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As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square |
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Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, |
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From the other direction, she was calling my eye, |
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It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try. |
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She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. |
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And I knew without askin' she was into the blues. |
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She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, |
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I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. |
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In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough, |
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She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. |
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As I picked up my matches and was closing the door, |
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I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before. |
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Well, I ain't often right but I've never been wrong. |
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It seldom turns out the way it does in this song. |
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Once in a while you get shown the light |
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In the strangest of places if you look at it right. |
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Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves, |
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Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. |
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And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes, |
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I had to learn the hard way-i had to let her pass by, let her pass by |
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Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"; |
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The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, |
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Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand, |
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Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. |
