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If I remember right her name was Betty We were gradutatin' seniors, goin' steady I was hesitant to wed, but she was ready For Holy matrimony, 'til one night walkin' home She stopped off at the Strike & Spare Diner And lost her heart to a transfer-truck driver They had a rollin' honeymoon to Carolina I spent the whole summer cussin' them But, lookin' back, it must've been. Divine intervention, that got (her/my) attention It wasn't superstition or woman's intuition I've ruled out random chance, destiny or circumstance Biology, astrology, it wasn't numerology Karma, Zeus, or Zen blowin' in the wind The only ying-yang, galdang thing it coulda been Was divine intervention, divine intervention. After six or seven years of near misses Empty promises and half-hearted kisses I met up lip to lip with my misses She was walkin' through the park I said, "Lord, there goes my heart." Divine intervention, that got (her/my) attention It wasn't superstition or woman's intuition I've ruled out random chance, destiny or circumstance Biology, astrology, it wasn't numerology Karma, Zeus, or Zen blowin' in the wind The only ying-yang, galdang thing it coulda been Was divine intervention, divine intervention. Divine intervention, that got (her/my) attention It wasn't superstition or woman's intuition I've ruled out random chance, destiny or circumstance Biology, astrology, it wasn't numerology Karma, Zeus, or Zen blowin' in the wind The only ying-yang, galdang thing it coulda been Was divine intervention, divine intervention... |