She is the reason there is poetry
She is the flower in the desert rain
And she is that song with a sweet refrain
She will cross your heart
And make you look both ways

Isn’t it strange, isn’t she all those things
And I wonder how can it be
Isn’t she, isn’t she

She combs her hair in no particular way
She takes her time then says she’s running late
And she will get there, yeah eventually
She has my heart under lock and key

If love is a game, just the same
I know she is the winner who takes all
Isn’t she, isn’t she

It’s a miracle man and I’ll do all I can
‘Cause I know she’s worth it all
Isn’t she