She wouldnt need to be a bird without a wing
Or be a servant to a telephone ring
She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed
It wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Here comes right now...
Oh, oh, oh, oh

She could be moody, dramatic as a play
Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
Could be irregular and singing in her underwear...
It wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart
It wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Here comes right now...
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Her wild and wise womanly
Introspectiveness
Her faults and files of foolishness...

Wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Here comes right now...
Oh, oh, oh, oh