Paul McCartney

Looking At Her

If you ask her how it’s done
She won’t know
It’s like trying to catch the sun
On the water
She tries to explain
Then it happens again

Everybody’s looking at her
She’s got everybody talking about her
She’s good, she’s kind
She’s so refined
But me, I’m losing my mind

Though she haunts me like the sound
Of the rain
Or a river running down
To the ocean
I hate to complain
But it’s happening again

Everybody’s looking at her
She’s got everybody talking about her
She’s good, so fine
She’s sweet as wine
But me, I’m losing my mind

Doesn’t she know, why can’t she see
Look at the effect that she’s having on me
I’m not alone
I'm part of the crowd
Turning our heads as she walks down the street

She tries to explain
Then it happens again

Everybody’s looking at her
She’s got everybody talking about her
She’s good, she’s kind
She’s so refined
But me, I’m losing my mind
I’m losing my mind
I’m losing my mind
I’m losing my mind

 

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