I've got a woman who knows me,
    She can finish the strangest of thoughts,
And complete my sweetest of dreams.
    Even when I'm not sleeping.
I've got this lady who knows that the world is
    beautiful, and she showed me hers the day
    everything became wonderful.

I've got a woman who knows herself,
    She can do anything she sets her mind to,
And complete all of her dreams,
    Because she says I'm half of them,
I've got this friend who says that the world is
    beautiful, and it wasn't quite that way until
    everything became wonderful.

She owns a smile
    Or should I say that smile owns me,
I swear she's an angel,
    I swear she's half of me,
We've got the kind of tale that you have to tell,
It's the kind of thing you see on the silver screen,
    Where everything is great, and like our lives,
    Wonderful.