O Wow O Wow (How Wonderful She Is)

She rises in advance of her panties

I can confirm that God actually exists

She turns and smiles, but never ever scantly

O wow! O wow! How wonderful she is!

Well, the horses, they have kicked down the stable

And the rabbits have put carrots in their ears

And her coloured crayons dance upon the table

O wow! O wow! How wonderful she feels!

The country doctor whistles across the meadow

And the schoolboy, he hops up and says "gee whiz!"

The dogs, they all are barking at their shadows

O wow! O wow! How wonderful she is!

O wow! O wow! Well, nothing could compare

Her friends, now dead, their spectral chins all nod

And they braid a band of violets through her hair

O wow! O wow! How wonderful she was

How wonderful she is!

Do you remember we used to really, really have fun?

We'd be just by ourselves, mucking around, really relaxed, not under pressure.

I guess that's how we make up songs!

I... I remember we were in bed, and then we imagined somebody upstairs.

I don't even know if we heard footsteps, or imagined footsteps and then imagined the story.

That was in that little place opposite Brixton Prison.

I didn't even realise that everyone wasn't like that.

We tried to write a contract of love

But we only got as far as doing the border.

There was never any words in it

Which I thought said a lot more than anything else.