She wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing   Or be a servant to a telephone ring   She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed   It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart   Here comes right now...      She could be moody, dramatic as a play   Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade   Could be irregular and singing in her underwear...   It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart   Here comes right now...      Her wild and wise womanly   Introspectiveness   Her faults and files of foolishness...      Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart...   Here comes right now...