As I was walking round GS第一個 in her square.

And on her children,
I went up out on the pithy air.

And from the other direction,
she was calling my eye.

It could be an illusion,
though I might as well try,
might as well try.

She brings on her fingers and does on her shoe.

And I knew without asking she was into the blue.

She was calling for golden yarns,
tucked into her girl.

I knew right away she's not like other girls, like other girls.

And I beat out her evening when the dealing got rough.

She was too white to handle and too cool to pull.

I picked up my matches and was closing the door.

I had one of those flashes,
because I've been there before,
I've been there before.

Well, I ain't always right,
but I never be wrong.

It's better it turns out the way it does in a song.

Once in a while,
you get shown the light,
and the strangeness of places if you look at it right.

Ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves.

The scarlet begonias all run out to the blue.

And there's nothing wrong with that look in her eye.

I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by,
let her pass by.

The wind in the willows playing T-4-2.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hands.

Everybody's playing in the heart of Goldbend, heart of Goldbend.