She had good ideas about unusual careers
She was right on the ball and on track
She took no heed of fears, and after some beers
There was very little she did lack
She went straight for the throat, there was nothing to gloat
She was as happy on her feet as on her back
And she went to the school of hard knocks
She was raised to crush rocks
And to look for hidden treasures in the cracks
She learned ballet, in her muse in her own way
She said she couldn't lose what she never had
And it was hard to say, if I loved her that day
Or if I did choose to do good over bad
She thought I was romantic, she said frankly You're Atlantic
You're like the gap of blue between two land masses
You just act so frantic and I know you are up to your usual antics
When I see you trading oil and insults in Bagdad
Oh it was a beautiful sight
So wrong and yet right
To see her fight the Pandas
In her local forest at night
But if I told her once, then I told her twice
It's illegal to eat wild things
But they taste so nice!
Draw a line on the map
Sit down on my lap
I'll tell you how far you need to go
It's like I lost my needle
Somewhere in your haystack
And you need to search in the proverbial bush to get it back
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