She’s got smart-bomb eyes, but they see no wrong,
She don’t understand there’s a war going on,
She melt my heart like lead, got no x-ray sight,
Says, “A day’s a day, and a night’s a night.”
She don’t see no blinding flashes,
Says why don’t I hold her hand,
She don’t have a clue, but she’s mine,
She is love, love, love,
She don’t have a clue, but she’s mine.
Say she must be mad, the girl has got no nerve,
Never throws no stones, knows no dirty words,
She will stumble on something good to say in the darkest scene of your darkest day.
She don’t feel no threat in living,
Asks if I’ve got a kiss to give her,
She don’t have a clue, but she’s mine,
Says, “I am what I am,”
She don’t have a clue, but she’s mine.
She doesn’t seem to dream, hears no distant drums,
Says I worry too much, thinks I’m just plain glum,
She doesn’t lie awake, never feel no rain,
She’s the only one that I know who’s sane.
And she don’t hear no shells exploding,
Says why don’t I hold her closer,
She don’t have a clue, but she’s mine,
She is love, love, love,
She don’t have a clue, but she’s mine,
Says, “I am what I am,”
She don’t have a clue, but she’s mine.
