She whirls around the sun, I just cannot keep up with her pace These poor eyes of mine never saw anything like her grace She speaks of utopia and trades a kiss for a gun Nothing is more powerful than the beauty of a woman She used my burning heart to warm up her bones, with no regret And I'm left here on the verge, I can't bet and I can't forget So she gifted me a love song with a worn out ribbon Nothing is more powerful than the beauty ...of a woman