I often see her
At the store
She always looks
So fine
Perfect hair
The latest clothes
From nineteen sixty five
She has the body
Of a teen
Not a sign of age
At first sight
You’d never know
There just no way to tell
Yet then you
See her face
This is no teenage girl
I wish that I
Had knew her then
Such a sight
She must been
Back she was a girl
She looks so nice
Today