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 perpendicularBarefoot in nightgowns
That's how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown
Like she was washing 'way her painAs 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 herShe 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 intranquilityIn flimsy nightgowns
Barefoot, she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown
Like she was washing 'way her painAs 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