She rises in advance of her panties
I can confirm that God actually exists
She turns and smiles but never ever scantily
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she is!

Well, the horses, they have kicked down the stable
And the rabbits have put carrots in their ears
And her coloured crayons dance upon the table
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she feels!

The country doctor whistles across the meadow
And the schoolboy, he hops up and says, "Gee whiz!"
The dogs, they are all barking at their shadows
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she is!

O wow! O wow! Well, nothing could compare
Her friends, now dead, their spectral chins all nod
And they braid a band of violets through her hair
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she was!
How wonderful she is!

Do you remember we used to really, really have fun?
'Cause we'd be just by ourselves, mucking around, really relaxed, not under pressure
I guess that's how we'd make up songs!
I, I remember we were in bed, and then we imagined somebody upstairs

I don't even know if we heard footsteps, or imagined footsteps and then imagined the story
That was in that little place opposite Brixton Prison
I didn't even realise that everyone wasn't like that
We tried to write a contract of love
But we only got as far as doing the border
There was never any words in it
Which I thought said a lot more than anything else