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Yesterday, I saw him there A peacock standing at my shoulder Well I never thought that I could care To see someone so beautiful I'd met his type, once or twice And recognised this prince of highs When he leant to speak (????), I knew he'd seek out His reflection in my own eyes Extraordinary, like sun at midnight Extraordinary, like snow in summertime Extraordinary, and I'm glad he's not mine Yeah, yeah That's what I like Yeah, yeah That's what I like You never know, you never see Beauty 'til he comes and gets you He's a symphony, and of course he sees Mirrors everywhere he goes And every day, the popinjay Dresses right; so tight, it's shocking And when he walks and when he talks He knows you're watching Extraordinary, like sun at midnight Extraordinary, like snow in summertime Extraordinary, and I'm glad he's not mine Yeah, yeah That's what I like Yeah, yeah That's what I like No more waiting for the phone, wondering if he's gonna call If he'll ever come home To pick my heart off the floor No looking round the room, wondering who he's gonna do Is she beautiful too? Is she pinned to the wall? No more wondering why every man, woman, beast, child Finds him charming Just like I do I am happy to bask in love on his face That he feels for himself, for himself Extraordinary Extraordinary, like snow in summertime Extraordinary And I'm glad he's mine Yeah, yeah That's what I like Yeah, yeah That's what I like Yeah, yeah That's what I like (That's what I like) Yeah, yeah That's what I like Like |