Belinda

Pretty Belinda's in love
Talking to herself with her salad
She’s not looking at her plate but the window
A tear falls into her soup
Playing with bread, pretty Belinda
Making little balls with the crumbs
In her glass, pretty Belinda
Sees her eyes full of love
A thousand thoughts are like butterflies
A thousand caresses on her hair
Sweet shivers down her shoulders
The more she's in love, the prettier she gets
She's one of a kind, pretty Belinda
She glides down the stairs like she's flying
She's like a story, pretty Belinda
Living love and skipping lunch
When night falls, pretty Belinda
She covers herself all the way to her hair
No, it’s not the wind, pretty Belinda
It's the sighs of those who think of you
A thousand thoughts are like butterflies
A thousand caresses on her hair
Sweet shivers down her shoulders
The more she's in love, the prettier she gets
Pretty Belinda's in love
Talking to herself with her salad
She’s not looking at her plate but the window