Well, she's got every rare perfection
All her looks beyond compare
She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind
Pre-Raphaelite curls in her hair
All her looks beyond compare
She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind
Pre-Raphaelite curls in her hair
She could get the lame to walking
She could get the blind to see
She could make wine out of Thames river water
She could make a believer out of me
She could make wine out of Thames river water
She could make a believer out of me
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