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 the 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
She comes up with nothing in her hands
The lady's soul is mystical
And in the night it flies to heaven
Trouble seeks a lonely soul that's searching for a dream
Visions grow and they fade away
And the lady begins to pray
But grace is not as easy as it seems
Oh, the lady is a very unlikely lady
In her time she could 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