Miranda

Miranda is sitting in her lonely flat
And thinking about her life
She’s forty, she’s pretty and nothing is bad
But one - she is nobody’s wife

She used to be dating with different men
But all of them were so cold
She’s looking for somebody who’ll understand
Her eyes and her breath and her soul

Miranda has nothing in common with those
Who don’t believe in dreams
She cannot help talking to her lonely rose
And smoking Virginia Slims

Don’t worry, Miranda, and don’t be so sad
The Father will help you tonight
You shouldn’t stay sitting in your lonely flat
When Boston is twinkling with lights

Just go to the nearest jewelry shop
And find a wonderful ring
The man who will ask you about your choice
Is fond of your spirit of spring

He loves all the verses you’ve placed on your site
He likes all the music you like
You’re falling in love with this man at first sight
Get ready, Miranda, tonight!