Girl

I met a girl
On the corner of 2nd and 83rd
Her eyes spoke miles
A thousand conversations without saying a word
And she took my hand
And she showed me the lights of the city at night
And all the while
I watched her smile
“I don't know what this feeling is, but I like it”

She could very well
Be the girl for me
When all is said and done
And I’ve no reason to doubt
That I’m figuring out
Just exactly what I want in someone
And it's her

We talked for a while
She lived free and wild: the Bohemian life
And while she was speaking
I began to imagine “What a wonderful wife”
And she kissed me then
In the chill of the wind
And the hum of the street
And each time we kissed
My head would spin
“What are the chances of finding someone so sweet?”

she could very well
be the girl for me
When all is said and done
And I’ve no reason to doubt
That I’m figuring out
Just exactly what I want in someone
And it's her

At half-past two
She said she had to go and meet her other client
“Unless . . . that’s what you came for?”
I said no, I said that’s not what I want—
And I wondered then
As I watched her go:
Was there a way
I was supposed to know?

It could have been she
The girl for me
When all was said and done
Thrown into doubt
By things I didn’t know about
How could I have possibly known
About her?