Some ladies are foolish
Some ladies are gay
Some ladies are comely
Some live while they may
My lady`s a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She`s mine, mine, mine
She likes pretty pictures
She loves singing birds
She`ll watch them for hours
But I see only her
She tells me she`s learning
Just how full her cup can be
she asks me to help her
But I know, she`s teaching me
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