He had a tragic fascination
For witnessing the boats
She'd stand in line for hours
With letters that he wrote

Sunday morning when we saw her
She'd be walking toward the harbor

Oh, oh, oh, oh--I think that it could be good
I think that it could be good
I think that it could be good
Should she cry? So say I, yeah, she should

Fingers chasing figures
On the backside of their coats
Yeah, she was mine discretely
As women let them go

Sunday morning when we saw her
She'd be walking toward the harbor

Oh, oh, oh, oh--I think that it could be good
I think that it could be good
I think that it could be good
Should she cry? So say I, yeah, she should

Oh, oh, oh, oh--I think that it could be good
I think that it could be good
I think that it could be good
Should she cry? So say I
Should she cry? So say I, yeah, she should

La-la-la-la-laaa
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la la la

Oh, oh...oh, oh...yeah

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Thanks to (Timothy Hood) for correcting these lyrics. Apr 5, 2009