She wouldn't 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 wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart here comes right now... 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 wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart here comes right now... Her wild and wise womanly introspectiveness her faults and files of foolishness... Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart... here comes right now...