Marketa

She was waiting down the stairs
In her city shoes and a dress
And who would know what shes to do
Oh Marketa
My Marketa
Then the sun shone on the river
The swans were taking a shower
And who would know what shes used to
Oh Marketa
My Marketa
Oh Marketa
Shes got some of that wake me up
And Ive seen her face light up
From within she felt the lush
And with the bright eyes wide open, she looked at me
Oh Marketa
Dyou see me now?
My Marketa
Who are you to me now? (to me now)
Who are you to me now? (to me now)