She wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing Or be a servant to a telephone ring She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart Here comes right now... She could be moody, dramatic as a play Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade Could be irregular and singing in her underwear... It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart Here comes right now... Her wild and wise womanly Introspectiveness Her faults and files of foolishness... Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart... Here comes right now...
She wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing Or be a servant to a telephone ring She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart Here comes right now... She could be moody, dramatic as a play Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade Could be irregular and singing in her underwear... It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart Here comes right now... Her wild and wise womanly Introspectiveness Her faults and files of foolishness... Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart... Here comes right now...
