Sometimes when
I look from my window I'll see
A beautiful stranger who beckons to me
I know where she comes from
But where does she go
One day I'll go with her
And then I shall know
Each day when she passes
At ten twenty three
Her eyes find my window
She's smiling at me
I run to the stairs
But too late she is gone
She'll be back tomorrow
At a quarter past one
On Sundays I miss her
She doesn't come back
I don't know the reason
Guess I'll never know why
She may go away for the weekend
But then she'll come
Back on Monday at twenty past ten
The week passes quickly
And often I'll see
That beautiful stranger
Who beckons to me
She stands on
An island surrounded by sea
And the smile
On her lip says fly B.O.A.C.
