Dusty Springfield, that's a pretty name   It even sounds like a game   In a green field, hobby horses play the dusty game when it's May      Pink and paisley skies shining in green eyes   A magic pin wheel   London flowers in her hair      Dusty Springfield   Silver starshine over crystal waters   Petals fall from her glance   Flowers sparkle   With a dew of morning, feathers float from her dance      Suddenly the song's the thing   Fill your cup, come to the spring   And you'll stand so still   And you'll feel the thrill   Dusty Springfield, that's a pretty name   Pretty as a pearl   What a pretty girl