She can see about four satellites every minute of the hour
And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower
She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular


Barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain


As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her

She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her


She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you
It can be a tad hysterical, but never quite the breakthrough
She's some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquility


In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain


As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her

She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate