She’s lithe and she’s lovely and languid and listful
Her curls wrap my hands to hold on to a fistful
Dreamy and dreaming and seeming so wistful
Her boots on the floor by the front door
She’s clever and charming and cheeky and corny
Her fingers so long that they scratch without warning
Pretty and flirty and witty and soaring
Her purse on the hook in the hallway
Then she’s gone like the wind in the blink of an eyeball
Just see her back as she’s waving goodbye now
Missing in action and fixed to go solo
Her voice disappears through the front door
She’s tender and touching and thin and so tricky
Her legs tie her down to the floor like it’s sticky
Singing and winging and playing real quickly
Her left earring lies on the table
She’s funny and fancy and fiery and flawless
Her back forms an arc that is most likely lawless
Gentle and giving and gifted with tallness
Her necklace of stones pink and purple
Then she’s gone like the wind in the blink of an eyeball
Just see her back as she’s waving goodbye now
Missing in action and fixed to go solo
Her voice disappears through the front door
She’s mad and a marvel and majestic and modern
Her toes tap in time to the beat of the wanderin’
Fancy and fetching and sipping her water
The light of the dawn peeks the window
As her voice disappears through the front door