It was a rainy Monday morning
   And I had an aching head
   Didn?t feel like facing the world
   Rather would have stayed in bed
   Got into the subway
   Closed my eyes for a short dream
   When I woke up I saw her
   Beautiful like nothing I?ve seen
  
   Beautiful Girl, thanks for making my day
   This world can?t be so bad
   With all these Sallies, Janes, and Elaines
  
   Driving on the motorway
   The road didn?t seem to end
   I was boiling in my car
   The radio my only friend
   I watched this convertible in the mirror for some time
  
   And when it passed me by I felt so bittersweet
   A brief look at something divine
  
   Beautiful Girl, thanks for making my day
  
   I was sitting in this café trying to stay awake
   When I saw this dark haired
   Twice as sweet as my cake
   She was cleaning the street
   Not knowing she was being adored
   And when she got down on her knees
   I jumped up and praised the lord
  
   Beautiful Girl, thanks for making my day