To my mind, she's my kind of girl. That face just knocks me off my feet, She's really sweet enough to eat. She looks like an angel looks, And my mind in a kind of whirl, She walks like an angel walks, She talks like an angel talks, And her hair has a

When genius wears a twisted face Should she drink on that prescription? Mental's not an apt description But even brilliance has it's place (Kelly/Mann) I offered up a weak embrace 'Till her song began to thin Slowing to a trickle down her chin Every head