Sometimes when I look from my window I’ll see
A beautiful stranger who beckons to me
I know where she comes from
But where does she go
One day I’ll go with her and then I shall know
Each day when she pa**es at ten twenty-three
Her eyes find my window
She’s smiling at me
I run to the stairs
But too late she is gone
She’ll back tomorrow at a quarter past one
On Sundays I miss her
She doesn’t come back
I don’t know the reason
Guess I’ll never know why
She may go away for the weekend
But then she’ll come back on Monday at twenty past ten
The week pa**es quickly and often I’ll see
That beautiful stranger who beckons to me
She stands on an island surrounded by sea
And the smile on her lip says fly B.O.A.C.