'Cause she's the sort of girl
you find early in the morning
Somewhere at the markets, early eyes
And she's, she's the sort of girl
'Cause the sea never left
And I don't know much about her
'Cause I met her at the markets
But her eyes were soft and
But these were things that I, things,
things that I was sure about
these things where I felt the same
now that I've been singing softly again
I told her she was beautiful
'Cause she's the sort of girl
you find early in the winter
With, a cold wetsuit in hand, and she's
See she's the sort of girl
always comes where she goes
that your father would love
That your mum would be so proud
And her eyes were soft and
But these were things that I, things,
things that I was sure about
these things where I felt the same
now that I've been singing softly again
I told her she was beautiful
'Cause she's the sort of girl
you find early in the morning
Somewhere at the markets, early eyes
And she's, she's the sort of girl
'Cause the sea never left
And I don't know much about her
'Cause I met her at the markets
But her eyes were soft and
