| For the first time in this life | |
| Something strong happened deep inside | |
| There's always a cold sweat in his neck | |
| She was everyone's girl with no name | |
| Ginger was her name | |
| Ginger Red was her name | |
| Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red | |
| She gave him hope, then took it away | |
| Like a nervous fly, she flew away | |
| Red lips like a piece of art | |
| But the look in her eyes, cold as a stone | |
| Ginger was her name | |
| Ginger Red was her name | |
| Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red | |
| They were young, clean and fresh | |
| Fresh and clean like mother's milk | |
| She was a kind of a dancer | |
| Who didn't need an answer | |
| Ginger was her name | |
| Ginger Red was her name | |
| Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red |