She doesn't have a face of fashionnJust an ordinary look at bestnShe walks into a room with passionnExtraordinary from the restnIt's not the way she wears her hairnNot the makeup on her facenFascination of a Mona LisanA mystery that can't be tracednnEvery time she walks awaynGrown men just stop and crynnWhile other kids were singing Jesus Loves MenShe was listening to John ColtranenAlways one foot left of centersnAlways one foot in the rainnnHer story unfoldsnLike wildflowers on the vinenShe never grows oldnShe's always on your mindnnEvery time she walks awaynGrown men just stop and crynnLa, la, la (repeats)nnEvery time she walks awaynGrown men just stop and crynnEvery time she walks away (repeats)nnLa, la, la (repeats)n