She opens her heart with a slow reveal Man, what a woman Shows a treasure that's lain long concealed Man, what a woman Then drives away in a low-slung automobile Man, what a woman
She won't suffer pomposity Or tolerate hypocrites She's got a bullshit detector, first class And she keeps it lit
She's got cool taste in music, likes it rustic and weird Man, what a woman Her favourite singers all have sideburns or beards Man, what a woman She loves the end of Pale Rider when Clint Eastwood sneers Man, what a woman
She's got a quicksilver wisdom And a head full of spells Two or three children around her feet And she raises 'em well
It's a lucky man who's ever loved, held or kissed her Man, what a woman You ask me am I one, but I ain't tellin' mister Man, what a woman If she was ever in any kind of trouble I'd be honoured to assist her Man, what a woman She's the queen of the greenwood, she's Pan's little sister Man, what a woman
She's married already To someone righteous and kind She'll always be beautiful But she'll never be mine
What a woman!
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