Extraordinary

Yesterday, I saw him there,
a peacock standing at my shoulder
Well I never thought that I could care,
to see someone so beautiful
I'd met his type, once or twice,
and recognised this prince of highs
But when he leant to speak, I knew he'd seek out
his reflection in my own eyes

Extraordinary, like sun at midnight
Extraordinary, like snow in summertime
Extraordinary, and I'm glad he's not mine
yeah..that's what I like

Well you never know, you never see
beauty till he comes and gets you
He's a symphony and of course he sees
mirrors everywhere he goes
And everyday this popinjay
dresses right so tight it's shocking
And when he walks and when he talks
he knows you're watching

Extraordinary, like sun at midnight
Extraordinary, like snow in summertime
Extraordinary, and I'm glad he's not mine
yeah..that's what I like

no more waiting for the phone
wondering if he's gonna call
if he'll ever come home
to pick my heart off the floor
no looking round the room
wondering who he's gonna do
is she beautiful too
is she pinned to the wall
no more wondering why
every man woman beast child
finds him charming just like i do
I'm happy to bask in love on his face
that he feels for himself for himself.