The lady's eyes are beautiful
They wander through the dictionary
Searching for a way to say I love you
To a friend
Sun comes up and sun goes down
Still no word has the lady found
And she'll go right on
Searching till the end
Oh, the lady
Is a very unlikely lady
In her time she might hit you
For a dime or two
But change is not
The only offer she's had, oh no
And she can find, yeah
A reason to be bad for you
The lady's hands are magical
They reach for you
And seem to hold you
Comfort is a blessing
Yes, a baby understands
Winter in her knitted gloves
Summertime as free as her love
But she comes up
With nothing in her hands
The lady's soul is mystical
And in the night it flies to heaven
Trouble finds a holy soul
That's looking for a dream
Visions grow and they fade away
And the lady begins to pray
But grace is not as easy
As it seems

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