Here She Comes – Gino Vannelli

Here she comes the ghost of Venus de Milo
A touch of madness streaks through her hair
She’ll tear your heart with a poisonous arrow
She’ll rob your soul if you look at her square
…Do I dare?

Here she comes… such a beautiful sight
Here she comes… oh I wish that I might

Hear she comes the wildest cat in the jungle
A beast of beauty beyond compare
I watch the stalkers stalk but they stumble

The fools rush into Vanity Fair
…But she’s not there

Here she comes… such a beautiful sight
Here she comes… oh I wish that I might

And all the green eyed women
Swaying to the rhythm

Here she comes… such a beautiful sight
Here she comes… oh I wish that I might
Here she comes
Here she comes