(copyright 2018 Frank Weber )
Just two strangers, neither knowing from this moment nothing is the same.
Lucky Sunday, right time, right place, who'd have guessed you'd find the right face
Perfect, smiling, a perfect Stranger - You'd give anything to know her name.
You could swear somewhere you've seen her, though you know you've never met
she's not the type that you'd forget, you don't forget perfection
Not quite certain what you feel, it's all a little bit unreal
to finally see her, see her smiling, see the one you never thought you'd find
see the one who's lingered in your mind-