Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
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Well I walked into the room
With a picture in my mind of a certain girl
And there she is, oh my, there she is...
And I think to myself, well bless my soul
Or words to that effect, etcetera
And there she is, yes, there she is
She's looking good, she's looking cute
And I'm acting stupid, in my acting stupid suit
This is how it happens, this is how it goes
This is how it happens, this is where is it shows
Struck dumb by beauty again
Struck dumb by beauty
Struck dumb by beauty again
Transfigured, blown away
Struck dumb by beauty again
Struck dumb by beauty
Struck dumb by beauty again
Intoxicated
There's always some angel, there always some girl
At the end of my tether, at the edge of my world
Some special, spiritual ghostly form
Some apparition at my gates of dawn
This is how it happens, this is how it goes
This is how it happens, this is where is it shows
Struck dumb by beauty again
Struck dumb by beauty
Struck dumb by beauty again
Transfigured, blown away
Struck dumb by beauty again
Struck dumb by beauty
Struck dumb by beauty again
Intoxicated