Pretty girl, you are an idea
my how you float in my mind
I will keep your foreign face
through all of my soarin' times
and I won't stop to know what it is
Pretty girl, our hands
have never known each others skin
eyes they stay or go their way
I don't know where to begin
and I won't stop to know what it is
There's a sofa in my head
Look your lover in their eyes
what do you find?
Look your lover in his eyes
what do you find?