as i was walkin down Grosvenor square not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air. from another direction she was callin my eye it may be an illusion but i mite as well try...she had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes and i knew without askin she was into the blues. she wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls. i knew rite away she was not like other girls....In the heat of the evening when the dealing got rough, She was too mad to open and too cool to bluff. As I picked up my matches and was closing the door, I had one of those flashes I'd been there before. Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong as Seldom turns out the way it does in a song. Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right. Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves, all scarlet begonias and a touch of the blues, and theres nothing wrong with the love thats in her eyes, I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by. The wind in the willows playin' "Tea for Two"...the
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