Miracle Girl - John Stewart

Oh she walks in a room she owns

And eyes always follow the light

It goes right down to the toes, yeah

If you think that she’s magic you’re wrong

She can play with your heart like a house cat

Plays with a mouse on the floor

And she has no time for the jugular

And she finds pretenders a bore

And she looks like a miracle walking

Like a miracle captured in time

And she sounds like a miracle talking

She’s a miracle girl and a miracle’s mine

A miracle girl and the miracle’s mine

And the miracle’s mine

But won’t she always has reasons for laughing

Forgiveness is what she does best

And she could find love in a tiger

Who growls as he sits on her chest

And she looks like a miracle walking

Like a miracle captured in time

Sound like a miracle talking

She’s a miracle girl, the miracle’s mine

A miracle girl and the miracle’s mine

And the miracle’s mine and the miracle’s mine

Oh she’s neon in perfume and crazy

With a face of an angel at times

You’d swear she was dancing in starlight

We’re always in three quarter time

And she looks like a miracle walking

A miracle captured in time

And she sounds like a miracle talking

She’s a miracle girl and the miracle’s mine

A miracle girl

And she looks like a miracle walking

A miracle captured in time

And she sounds like a miracle talking here

She’s a miracle girl and the miracle’s mine

A miracle girl and the miracle’s mine

And the miracle’s mine

And the miracle’s mine

And the miracle’s mine