I saw her standing there, with a flower in her hair
Saying no one look at me, I’m not the one to see
But I can’t help but know, a little voice told me so
She’s the one
Our days they turned to months, and I told her more than once
You mean all the world to me, please set this captive free
No more flower in her hair, but I don’t even care
Cause She’s the one
Oh, Oh, oh
She’s the one
Oh, Oh, oh
Oh She’s the one
And now we’re old and grey, she looks better every day
Each wrinkle finely placed, no other can replace
And as she softly seems, in my head it rings
She’s the one
Now the kids are grown, and we're finally alone
We preass where mused the day, got nothing left to say
And I can hardly hear, but when she screams it's clear
She’s the one
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