And she taught me many many things
Good things, very good things
I met her on a Sunday morning
It was hot though the snow lay on the ground
Strange things, very strange things
My mind has wings
Will you tell me no?
Will you tell me why?
We could all learn something from your mind, yeah
She is very old yet many think she's young
One kiss from her and you know your time has come
Good times, for all times
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"Girl Named Sandoz" as written by John Weider Eric Victor Burdon
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