Fragrant as flowers, all powdered and prim and pale
But you are as wild as that wind-blown tree
As dark and as deep as the midnight sea
While they're busy dressing, you lie here, warm and bold
Some girls you picture, some you hold.
Some girls take courses at all the best schools in France
Riding their horses and learning their modern dance.
They're clever and cultured and worldly wise
But you see the world through a child's wide eyes.
Their dreams are grand ones, you want whats just in reach
Some girls you learn from, some you teach.
You are not small talk or shiny cars
Or mirrors or French Cologne
You are the river, the moon, the stars
You're no one else I've known.
Some girls take pleasure in buying a fine trousseau
Counting each treasure and tying each tiny bow
They fold up their futures with perfumed hands
While you dance the future with no demands
Some girls expect things others think nothing of
Some girls you marry, some you love.
