Ween - She Caught My Fancy lyrics

I craved a minthe by the waterside On the rugs With the tide And her hair So golden blonde She spoke so soft By the candlelight Like a whisper In the night Turned her head She caught my eye She caught my fancy And then we strolled by the waterside On the rugs With the tide I was hers She was mine And when she said She would be my bride Then I knew Deep inside She was mine She stole my heart She caught my fancy