She's the way she is as she's suddenly fallen into my lap not black nor blonde sometimes she's this and another time that I always guess how does she behave obviously never the way I wanna her to
She's the way she is a bit of child, a bit of mondaine I just don't have a good memory for names so I call her My Love. You're not a gem nor bad, you're just not what I'd like
She's the way she is one can't expect her to change perhaps she's only concerned about her own beauty so you not to breathe a word how slender and vaulted she is though not the way I'd want
She's the way she is when you behold her near the beach tomorrow let her know to not stick on me, to not worry about me, to be the way she is and happy though not the way I'd