She doesn't have a face of fashion Just an ordinary look at best She walks into a room with passion Extraordinary from the rest It's not the way she wears her hair Not the makeup on her face Fascination of a Mona Lisa A mystery that can't be traced Every time she walks away Grown men just stop and cry While other kids were singing Jesus Loves Me She was listening to John Coltrane Always one foot left of centers Always one foot in the rain Her story unfolds Like wildflowers on the vine She never grows old She's always on your mind Every time she walks away Grown men just stop and cry La, la, la (repeats) Every time she walks away Grown men just stop and cry
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