The lady's eyes are beautiful They wander through the dictionary Searching for a way to say I love you To a friend Sun comes up and sun goes down Still no word has the lady found And she'll go right on Searching till the end Oh, the lady is a very unlikely lady In her time she might hit you For a dime or two But change is not the only Offer she's had, oh no And she can find yeah A reason to be bad for you The lady's hands are magical They reach for you and seem to hold you Comfort is a blessing, yes A baby understands Winter in her knitted gloves Summertime as free as her love But she comes up with nothing In her hands The lady's soul is mystical And in the night it flies to heaven Trouble finds a holy soul That's looking for a dream Visions grow and they fade away And the lady begins to pray But grace is not as easy as it seems