[Verse 1] Amidst the city's rush and roar, A silhouette stands out, her hair like a flame, A white shirt, simple yet so pure, Her gaze, a story, a silent name. [Chorus] Oh, the red-haired muse in the urban maze, Her presence a whisper, her absence a wail, A white shirt worn, a heart that's torn, A tale of longing, a love that prevails. [Verse 2] She walks the streets, her steps so light, A world unseen in her fiery sight, Through crowds she moves, a ghost in the night, Her red hair flowing, a beacon so bright. [Chorus] Oh, the red-haired muse with a heart of fire, A melody in motion, a silent choir, Her white shirt dances, a silent glance, A story untold, a silent dance. [Bridge] In the heart of the city, where dreams collide, She stands alone, her spirit unconfined, Her red hair a symbol, a sign of pride, A beacon of hope, a lighthouse in the tide. [Chorus] Oh, the red-haired woman, a sight so rare, Her white shirt a canvas, her life laid bare, A tale of strength, a heart that's bared, A melody of life, forever shared. [Outro] A final glance, a whisper of the breeze, Her red hair fading, a memory to seize, A white shirt, a silent song, A story of her, forever strong. [End]