| Oh she walks in a room she owns
|
| And eyes always follow the light
|
| It goes right down to the toes, yeah
|
| If you think that she’s magic you’re wrong
|
| She can play with your heart like a house cat
|
| Plays with a mouse on the floor
|
| And she has no time for the jugular
|
| And she finds pretenders a bore
|
| And she looks like a miracle walking
|
| Like a miracle captured in time
|
| And she sounds like a miracle talking
|
| She’s a miracle girl and a miracle’s mine
|
| A miracle girl and the miracle’s mine
|
| And the miracle’s mine
|
| But won’t she always has reasons for laughing
|
| Forgiveness is what she does best
|
| And she could find love in a tiger
|
| Who growls as he sits on her chest
|
| And she looks like a miracle walking
|
| Like a miracle captured in time
|
| Sound like a miracle talking
|
| She’s a miracle girl, the miracle’s mine
|
| A miracle girl and the miracle’s mine
|
| And the miracle’s mine and the miracle’s mine
|
| Oh she’s neon in perfume and crazy
|
| With a face of an angel at times
|
| You’d swear she was dancing in starlight
|
| We’re always in three quarter time
|
| And she looks like a miracle walking
|
| A miracle captured in time
|
| And she sounds like a miracle talking
|
| She’s a miracle girl and the miracle’s mine
|
| A miracle girl
|
| And she looks like a miracle walking
|
| A miracle captured in time
|
| And she sounds like a miracle talking here
|
| She’s a miracle girl and the miracle’s mine
|
| A miracle girl and the miracle’s mine
|
| And the miracle’s mine
|
| And the miracle’s mine
|
| And the miracle’s mine |