When she comes, always unexpected
But never-rejected surprise
It's always a shock when he undoes the lock
And she's there without a care

When she comes
The house is always a mess
She's cool nevertheless and here's why
She remains, as we say, a sweet bird of prey
She flies and she's satisfied

When she comes
A lemoncello ballet
A psychedelic cabaret in his mind
Without further ado he takes off her shoes
And whatever confines

When she comes
A blue bed of roses, she never closes her eyes
For his artful technique deserves a peek
Call it sublime, 'cause it happens

When she comes
So, oh, sweet the taste
The tears that roll down her face
Don't cry

Though sad first sight, they are filled with delight
The fourth of July
When she comes

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson