O magic lady, why so shady?
The frilly laces of her countenance
Too lovely to be a victim of circumstance
Is this a special type of epic romance?
The kind that blinds every sense
If I were ever to stand a chance
Unlucky victim of circumstance
Is this the only type of romance?
Can I ask you, dear, to this dance?
O magic lady, shining before me
Could never ask you to stand with me
You’re so startling fantastically pretty
So magic lady, why so shady?