That's what her mother would say
she just celebrates  different
and  my appearance gave me away
well I'm not really heaven sent!
To cool music, my friend succumbs
pentacle of silver she does wear
beats a song from her african drums
so wonderful to share
a harper too, well she has one
sounds so pure and fresh
a bugger to learn and keep in tune
I'd just get in a hopeless mess
training  me to the spiritual
she really opens up my eyes
auras, circles and mirrors
the wonders in the skies
impulsive I am not at all
I'm quiet, and I calculate
but slowly coming out of my shell
with the help of my best mate
sat in the kitchen by her hearth
well, by her great big oven
the pastor and his gentle flock
must think I've joined a coven ;o)