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i wonder what it's like to be in love
with a beautiful girl from the city.
is there the one
for me to free
from lonely chains
of soft-hearted fun
from silly pleasures
from adolescent ways
from mile-high dangers
and short urban tears
is there the one
for me?
i wonder what it's like to be stolen
by a woman whom i adore.
when will i see her
and how will i know
what signs are worth looking for
will she be pretty
like a homecoming queen
or will she be ugly
as stone?
oh, how i long to see her face
the dimples, her small, freckled chin
her sparkling and snowy
silvery-green eyes,
hair flowing softly like sweet straw bristles
when will i see her
and how will i know
what signs are worth
looking for?
is there the one
for me to free
is there the one
for me?