If you could paint hershe'd be a picasso.

She's got a few things out of place.

Like when she smilesit's slightly out of line.

It's half awkwardyet half grace.

While you're unraveling this mystery

Of where she fits in time and space

She'll drag you into this lover's tale

Though she will not give a reason.

And if you fight her tooth and nail

She won't give up until you lose...



She wants the last wordthe last dance.

She thinks it's absurd that you believe in second chances.

You're a lost causeyet here she is.

And that's the mystery. here she is...



She's a poem by ferlinghetti.

She's the angel from a nursery rhyme

She'll set you a place at your table

Then fill your cup till you're drunk on red wine.



She don't believe in stars or in miracles

But she reads your horoscope daily.

And if your response is too cynical

She'll say"who are you to know? "

While you're unraveling this mystery

Of where she fits in time and space

She'll memorize your history

And decorate your place.