Lyrics
She's even redder than that
She likes to torture the cat
Who keeps returning for more
They'll be lining up at her door
Which is pillar box red paint
When she looks your way you feel faint
And the color gone to your cheeks
Won't drain away for weeks
You know the girl is volcano
You'd better pray she don't say no
To whatever your proposing
You know the girl is volcano
You'd better hope she don't play though
She's even redder than that
She likes to torture the cat
Who keeps returning for more
They'll be lining up at her door
Which is pillar box red paint
When she looks your way you feel faint
And the color gone to your cheeks
Won't drain away for weeks
And she's even redder than that
In her corduroy and her hat
Once upon a little time
I dreamed of making her mine
You know the girl is volcano
You'd better pray she don't say no
To whatever your proposing
You know the girl is volcano
You'd better hope she don't play though
She likes to torture the cat
Who keeps returning for more
They'll be lining up at her door
Which is pillar box red paint
When she looks your way you feel faint
And the color gone to your cheeks
Won't drain away for weeks
You know the girl is volcano
You'd better pray she don't say no
To whatever your proposing
You know the girl is volcano
You'd better hope she don't play though
She's even redder than that
She likes to torture the cat
Who keeps returning for more
They'll be lining up at her door
Which is pillar box red paint
When she looks your way you feel faint
And the color gone to your cheeks
Won't drain away for weeks
And she's even redder than that
In her corduroy and her hat
Once upon a little time
I dreamed of making her mine
You know the girl is volcano
You'd better pray she don't say no
To whatever your proposing
You know the girl is volcano
You'd better hope she don't play though
About "Even Redder Than That Too"
John Parish crafts a slow-burning, atmospheric piece where muted textures simmer beneath the surface. The title suggests escalating intensity, and the music delivers a quiet, creeping tension—calm instrumentation masking a restless unease. It's a study in restraint, with each layer adding subtle pressure until the air feels thick with unspoken emotion.