| As I was walkin' round grosvenor square
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| Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
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| From the other direction, she was calling my eye
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| It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try
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| She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
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| And I knew without askin' she was into the blues
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| She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
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| I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls
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| In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough
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| She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
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| As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
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| I had one of those flashes I’d been there before, been there before
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| Well, I ain’t always right but I’ve never been wrong
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| Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
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| Once in a while you get shown the light
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| In the strangest of places if you look at it right
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| Well there ain’t nothing wrong with the way she moves
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| Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
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| And there’s nothing wrong with the look that’s in her eyes
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| I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
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| Wind in the willows playin' «Tea for Two»
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| The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
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| Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand
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| Everybody’s playing in the heart of gold band
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| Heart of gold band |