This womans she's got a hold of me
Takes my breath away just to hear her speak
Shes a goddess and a saint sent down to earth
Got an open heart for the poor and weak
...
Sometimes I read the letters you wrote
Because it makes me think of you
I've missed you from the day I walked away
If only you knew
...
Sometimes a pretty face
Holds back a troubled mind
A fate no one chose
Not even her
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Vi
This womans she's got a hold of me
Takes my breath away just to hear her speak
Shes a goddess and a saint sent down to earth
Got an open heart for the poor and weak
This lady's got too much of me
Letters and photographs that she keeps
She's got a veil, for her wedding day
Says I'd look good through a white sheet
No time for me, not time for you
I've got to finish what I'm born to do
It's like a sixth sense is telling me
This will never work out
She's leaving notes and letters for me
Talking about all the things we should be
She's got a plan that I can not change
Says I'd die if I leave