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This is a song to a girl Iâve never met before
Or maybe I have and didnât know it was you
Youâve been knocking around my mind like a cannonball
Youâre a picture Iâve painted but never gave a name to
Youâre a picture Iâve painted but never gave a name to
Her hair falls down to her shoulders like a waterfall
To tell how she makes me feel is explaining colors to the blind
And her kisses never wear out until the next one comes
And her hands always seem empty without mine
Her hands always seem empty without mine
She winks at me at parties from across the room
And her little finger sticks in the air when she takes a drink of wine
And she cusses like a sailor when sheâs drunk
And she whispers in my ear that she ainât nothing but mine
She whispers in my ear that she ainât nothing but mine
Sheâs just as pretty in the morning as when she went to bed
And she talks while she sleeps and she always sleeps late
And diamonds fall from her mouth all tangled in the sheets
And her sleepy little voice says: Baby, câmon back to bed
Her sleepy little voice says: Baby, câmon back to bed
If my weary eyes have already laid upon you girl
Or Iâve loved you once and let you slip away
Then like a mad man Iâll keep searching for you till
The years walk my bones to the grave
Until the years walk my bones to the grave
This is a song to a girl Iâve never met before
Upon the day we meet, if and when we do
Donât be surprised if I pick up this old guitar
And I say: Hey baby, I wrote this song for you
And I say: Hey baby, I wrote this song for you