Written, performed, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
She's so fine,
Like a glass of expensive wine.
She'll tell it like it is,
The way it's going down.
Then make it all seem
That it's coming unwound.
She's so high.
Far above the clouds up in the sky.
Think you stand a chance,
Not even at a glance.
She can give you many reasons
Why you're out of season.
You think you'll make a difference
In her already overgrown cache?
You say you can change her mind,
Well good luck my friend,
Find a rule to bend.
She's so fine,
No one can match her style.
All that she will garner
In a life that's upon her,
Face it you're another object to serve her.
Copyright 2015; Bob Forbes