| She owns a window to the ocean
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| She has a pipeline to the sky
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| But earthly creatures rarely notice
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| When Guardian Angels pass them by
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| Like a gecko behind a painting
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| With hidden wisdom to impart
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| In a world that needs more dancing
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| She’s a hula girl at heart
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| Photographs show she is lovely
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| Her bare feet are a work of art
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| Her fragrance speaks of frangipani
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| Yes she’s still a hula girl at heart
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| With Her pad and watercolors
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| Drawing fish and butterflies
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| Children always seem to conjure
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| Images they recognize
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| In the land beside the ocean
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| Where romantics seem to dwell
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| Destiny can set in motion
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| Ripples that turn into swells
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| She Knows how to face the music
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| She Knows where the magic starts
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| In a world that needs more dancing
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| She’s still a hula girl at heart
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| Songs sing slow
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| Days zoom by
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| Time can’t keep her
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| Nor can I
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| She has worn a wealth of costumes
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| Hula skirt to wedding gown
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| Lived in cities walked through jungles
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| Always sees the sun go down
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| In this age of teeming tourists
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| Fellow travelers know her well
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| The darling of deserted beaches
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| Hides her wisdom in a shell
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| Her sensual and easy motion
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| Seems impossible to chart
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| In a world that needs more dancing
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| She’s still a hula girl at heart |