Fly into the rising sun,. Faces, smiling everyone. Yeah, she is a whole new tradition. I feel it in my heart. . My woman from Tokyo. She makes me see. My woman from Tokyo. She's so good to me.
Alright. . There once was a woman. A strange kind of woman. The kind that gets written down in history. Her name was nancy. Her face was nothing fancy. She left a trail of happiness and misery.