The Girl with the Fragile Eyes

Like all the clothes that she wears
She's only there for the curious stares
In the late afternoon
Pretty little animal
She closes her eyes for the Bossanova
Whoever else may be there
Well, that's not their affair
And so she finds she's dancing alone
Moving to the music
Feeling, feeling for the rhythm

You there, mister, with the motor car
You were there at the time
Do you remember moving to the music?
Do you remember the girl with the fragile eyes?

Her every smile is the same
And she can smile yet again and again
In the late afternoon.
Poor little butterfly
Patiently waiting for the sunshine.
Whoever else may be there
Well, that's not their affair
And so she finds she's smiling alone
Moving to the music
Feeling, feeling for the rhythm

You there, mister, with the big cigar
You were there at the time
Do you remember moving to the music?
Do you remember the girl with the fragile eyes?

Well tell me when are you real
And tell me how does it feel in the sun
In the late afternoon?
Pretty little primrose
Patiently waiting for the night-time
Whoever else may be there then
Well, that's not their affair then
And she finds she's sleeping alone
Moving to the music
Feeling, feeling for the rhythm

You there, mister, whoever you are
You were there at the time
Do you remember moving to the music?
Do you remember the girl with the fragile eyes?

You there mister, whoever you are
You were there at the time
Do you remember moving to the music?
Do you remember the girl with the fragile eyes?