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...