Lyrics

You don't wear sunglasses in the summer
Don't wear sweaters in the cold
You seem to me to be immune to all the changing colors
That leave me stumbling through the heat and thru the snow
(you’re a little like)
Calamity Jane, meets Penny Lane
A little bit of Fred & Ginger, like dancing in the rain

I’m not into the radio, not into those TV shows
But I dig most everything you do
I’m not into hookups, into sportsball,
I don’t like trying something new
But I could get into you

Nevermind the way the wind is blowing me all around
It's just a breeze in your hair
You’re rock steady, I'm so heavy, I'm impossible
You keep gliding through it all, you’re a little like

Mrs. Emma Peel, the Woman of Steel
A little bit up on Blueberry Hill

You’re the one I look for in the faces when it rains
It's all I can do, up here in this blue,
To take shelter from the pain
Shelter from the pain