As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square
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Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air,
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From the other direction, she was calling my eye,
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It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try.
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She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes.
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And I knew without askin' she was into the blues.
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She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls,
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I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.
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In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough,
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She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.
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As I picked up my matches and was closing the door,
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I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before.
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Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong.
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Seldom turns out the way it does in a song.
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Once in a while you get shown the light
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In the strangest of places if you look at it right.
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Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves,
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Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
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And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes,
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Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two";
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The sky was yellow and the sun was blue,
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Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand,
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Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band.
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Scarlet Begonias
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Grateful Dead |