She's a puzzle girl with short grey hair, soft as a featherDon't try to understand her, she'll just quote you the weatherPlay with her mind and you might get a glimpse of her long legsPlay with her heart and she'll throw you away like yesterday's rotten eggsHer pieces are mismatched and some have sharp edges and sidesShe looks for that missing piece to smooth out things and slow down the rideLet your fingers run along her...
