No Ordinary Girl

I first saw her in the month of February, Gliding through the market hall. Shadow steps and singing softly, Brown hair to scorn a chore. I next saw her on the road to Kington, Fixing cars with a steady gaze. I drove on past, uncertain how to make sense Of her solitary ways. Strange hands, strange beauty, Not a face for the modern world. Still searching, going nowhere. No ordinary girl. No ordinary girl. So once again in August, moved closer so I Could speak. Held my breath and walked on past that long Scar upon her cheek. I heard the talk in the pub that evening, The ugly talk of a beauty rare. The talk of men who went home lonely, Who dreamt of trying but wouldn't dare. Strange hands, strange beauty, Not a face for the modern world. Still searching, going nowhere. No ordinary girl. No ordinary girl. I never heard or saw her after. I never felt the steady gaze. When I asked around, no one had seen her, And only the stories and rumors remain. Strange hands, strange beauty, Not a face for the modern world. Still searching, going nowhere. No ordinary girl. Strange hands, strange beauty, Not a face for the modern world. Still searching, going nowhere. No ordinary girl. No ordinary girl. No ordinary girl. No ordinary girl