Knocking by my window, late at night
Making me believe there`s something not right
I look through the window but all I can see is the rain
Standing on my doorstep, not very old
Looking so helpless and looking so cold
A woman who needed some help
Now she lost her way
She was cold, she was lost
She could smile, and I was not cross
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Just another woman, in my life
Just another woman, lost in the night
Just another woman, keeping in touch with a man
As we sat by the fire, the flame just grew
Talking about different things we knew
Watching a new day arrive right inside my room
The more I listened the more she told
And in fascination my heart was sold
Weaving in and out of my mind with a skill unknown
She was cold, she was lost
She could smile, and I was not cross
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