She Caught My Fancy
Gene Ween, Dean Ween
I craved a minthe by the waterside
On the rocks with the tide
And her hair so golden blonde
She spoke so soft by the candlelight
Like a whisper in the night turned her head
She caught my eye she caught my fancy
And then we strolled by the waterside
On the rocks with the tide
I was hers and she was mine
And when she said she would be my bride
Then I knew deep inside she was mine
She stole my heart she caught my fancy