Whoa <br />the wind blows <br />and her hair dance <br />in the gusts <br />and lo <br />like a snare my <br />naive heart is <br />trapped <br />oooooh my heart is <br />blown to shreds <br />by that sweet temptress <br />that word magician <br />that Princess of Hearts <br />who rules men <br />from the Pacific <br />to the Bay of Bengal <br />whose sweet breaths <br />make suitors go wild <br />from the Arabian sea <br />to the vast Atlantic <br />I know her as my sweet <br />unassuming fren <br />who people call <br />aweinspiring <br />naive <br />jazzy <br />adorable <br />luminous
