I don't believe I've seen a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see me making you into a dream. But if I had a magic wand to wave I'd send a dove to catch your love and I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart. But a broken heart won't cure, my endless search, little girl, I gonna fix a magic(al) spell to weave on you, little girl. And for the long grass to catch you in or for the orange to sweeten sin before there's lemon on my table lain I'd rather wait and die a thousand times, little girl, than take a woman into the heart of my soul. but if I catch you sleeping all unawares I'd carry you off to my secret lair where I'd bind your heart to my very soul. I don't believe I've seen a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see me making you into a dream. And if I had a magic wand to wave I'd send a dove to catch your love and I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart.