To know her is to love her
I'm goin' under cover to catch a glimpse
but not get caught

But to see her, could be worse,
if I don't get my head straight first
On second thought I guess I'll not

She's almost brighter than the sun
Seems to me to be unfair
when you consider everyone

who pales when they compare
When they compare
Can’t hold a candle to her,
‘cause all the moths get in the way

And they’ll begin to chew her
entire attire until it frays

She outshines anyone

whoever might dare to bask

in the same candlelight

Oh please, don’t seat us in the back
With all the insects and the trash
She is a lady. I’m the tramp.

Collecting stares from pairs close by
Then flutters in the butterfly
You, just a moth drawn to the lamp

She’s like an ancient artifact;
Something you’re lucky to have found
She’ll pinch the nerves in all the necks
When she turns those heads around
Those heads around
Can’t hold a candle to her,
‘cause all the moths get in the way
And they’ll begin to chew her
entire attire until it frays

She outshines anyone
whoever might dare to bask

in the same candlelight

Who may to may dare to bask
in the same candlelight

She's almost brighter than the sun.
Seems to me to be unfair
when you consider everyone

who pales when they compare
When they compare
Can’t hold a candle to her,
‘cause all the moths get in the way

And they’ll begin to chew her
entire attire until it frays

She outshines anyone

whoever might dare to bask

in the same candlelight

In the same candlelight