She owns a window to the ocean   She has a pipeline to the sky   But earthly creatures rarely notice   When guardian angels pass them by      Like a gecko behind a painting   With hidden wisdom to impart   In a world that needs more dancing   She's a hula girl at heart      Photograph shows, she is lovely   Her bare feet are a work of art   Her fragrance speaks of Frangipanni   Yes, she's still a hula girl at heart      With her pen and watercolors   Drawing fish and butterflies   Children always seem to conjure   Images they recognize      In the land beside the ocean   Where romantics seem to dwell   Destiny can set in motion   Ripples that turn into swells      She knows how to face the music   She knows where the magic starts   In a world that needs more dancing   She's still a hula girl at heart      Song sing slow   Days gone by   Time can't keep her   Nor can I      She has worn a wealth of costumes   Hula skirts to wedding gowns   Lived in cities walked through jungles   Always sees the sun go down      In this age of teeming tourists   Fellow travelers know her well   The darling of deserted beaches   Adds her rhythms in a shell      Her sensual and easy motion   Seems impossible to chart   In a world that needs more dancing   She's still a hula girl at heart