I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere.
And I must admit that I can't see
me making you into a dream.
But if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
and I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart.
But a broken heart won't cure,
my endless search, little girl,
I gonna fix a magic(al) spell
to weave on you, little girl.
And for the long gra** to catch you in
or for the orange to sweeten sin
before there's lemon on my table lain
I'd rather wait and die
a thousand times, little girl,
than take a woman into
the heart of my soul.
but if I catch you sleeping all unawares
I'd carry you off to my secret lair
where I'd bind your heart to my very soul.
I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere.
And I must admit that I can't see
me making you into a dream.
And if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
and I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart.