Here She Is

If you could paint her, she'd be a Picasso

She's got a few things out of place

Like when she smiles, it's slightly out of line

It's half awkward, yet half grace

While you're unraveling this mystery

Of where she fits in time and space

She'll drag you into this lover's tale

Though she will not give a reason

And if you fight her tooth and nail

She won't give up until you lose

She wants the last word, the last dance

Thinks it's absurd that you believe in second chances

You're a lost cause, yet here she is

And that's the mystery, here she is

Here she is, here she is

She's a poem by Ferlinghetti

She's the angel in a nursery rhyme

She'll set you a place at your table

Then fill your cup till you're drunk on red wine

She don't believe in stars, or in miracles

Though she reads your horoscope daily

And if your response is too cynical

She'll say, "Who are you to know?"

She wants the last word, the last dance

Thinks it's absurd that you believe in second chances

You're a lost cause, yet here she is

And that's the mystery, here she is

Here she is, here she is

Here she is

While you're unraveling this mystery

Of how she fits in time and space

She'll memorize your history

And decorate your place

She wants the last word, the last dance

Thinks it's absurd that you believe in second chances

You're a lost cause, yet here she is

And that's the mystery, here she is

Here she is

Here she is