Imagine, if you will,
A night perfectly still.
A rare occurance, I know.

The stars would try, I suspect,
In vain to reflect
The beauty of a girl that I know

Her hair, it falls in just such a way,
And the way she smiles, it just seems to say
"The world should be fun - let's play."

She doesn't dance as she walks,
She walks in a her dance.
And the moon stares down
In an awe struck trance

Yeah, she's beautiful - I know