One singular sensation Ev’ry little step she takes One thrilling combination Ev’ry move that she makes One smile and suddenly nobody else will do You know you’ll never be lonely with you-know-who One moment in her presence And you can forget the rest, For the girl is second best to none, son Ooooh! Sigh! Give her your attention Do I really have to mention, she’s the one? She walks into a room and you know She’s uncommonly rare, very unique, peripatetic, Poetic and chic. She walks into a room and you know From her maddening poise, effortless whirl, She’s the special girl strolling, Can’t help all of her qualities extolling. Loaded with charisma is ma jauntily, Sauntering, ambling, shambler. She walks into a room and you know You must shuffle along, join the parade She’s the quintessence of making the grade. This is whatcha call trav’lling! Oh, strut your stuff! Can’t get enough of her. Love her! Love her! I’m a son of a gun, she is one of a kind. One singular sensation Ev’ry little step she takes One thrilling combination Ev’ry move that she makes One smile and suddenly nobody else will do You know you’ll never be lonely with you-know-who One moment in her presence And you can forget the rest, For the girl is second best to none, son. Ooooh! Sigh! Give her your attention.
Do I really have to mention, she’s the one?