She is too much woman for me, she needs many men
Bursting with energy, she never slept didn\'t know when to say when
Too smart to fool, her ambitions cast shadows on the sun
The world her tool, winged mercury she could out run
Rooted in the soil, she touches the stars
With hurricane turmoil, her mind on mars
Dreams spilling out of her head, she could tame any beast
Would give any beggar her bread, made herself the least
Won\'t back down or make appeal, money she would find
She knows how to make any man stare, is angelically kind
When hot she can temper steel, a volcanic explosion released
She can make food out of thin air, she can make a thistle into a feast
A sack of joy that was always full, to tether her was a crime
Harder to stay with than a bucking bull, my fall just a matter of time