Texty: The Beach Boys. Wonderful.

She belongs there left with her liberty.
Never know as a non-believer.
She laughs and stays in her one, one, wonderful.

She knew how to gather the forest when
God reached softly and moved her body.
One golden locket, quite young and
loving her mother and father

Farther down the path was a mystery.
Through the recess, the chalk and numbers.
A boy bumped into her one, one, wonderful.

All fall down and lost in the mystery.
Lost it all to a non-believer,
and all that's left is a girl
who's loved by her mother and father.

She'll return in love with her liberty.
Just away from her non-believer,
she'll sigh and thank God for one, one, wonderful.