It was a rainy Monday morning
And I had an aching head
Didn’t feel like facing the world
Rather would have stayed in bed
Got into the subway
Closed my eyes for a short dream
When I woke up I saw her
Beautiful like nothing I’ve seen

Beautiful Girl, thanks for making my day
This world can’t be so bad
With all these Sallies, Janes, and Elaines

Driving on the motorway
The road didn’t seem to end
I was boiling in my car
The radio my only friend
I watched this convertible in the mirror for some time

And when it passed me by I felt so bittersweet
A brief look at something divine

Beautiful Girl, thanks for making my day

I was sitting in this café trying to stay awake
When I saw this dark haired
Twice as sweet as my cake
She was cleaning the street
Not knowing she was being adored
And when she got down on her knees
I jumped up and praised the lord

Beautiful Girl, thanks for making my day