Beth Hart - Never Underestimate A Gal

He was a real gargoyle of a man
That captured that beautiful girl's hand
She fell like flowers from a cup
She let the mad man fill her up
He was a dream
He was a dream
He was a big old nasty thing

He flew over the wide open field
He taught her how to walk, talk and feel
She never had a chance, you see?
She had no swing to set her free
Only a dream
Only a dream
Only a big old beautiful thing

He led her down the corridor
Imagination folk and lore
Like so many little birds before
Secrets that she'd never tell
He was impressed she learnt so well
Never underestimate a gal
Never underestimate a gal

She decided to enjoy the ride
She threw her cape over her brighter side
She tossed her innocence to the wind
Said "Come on man, let's do it again
It's like a dream
It's like a dream
It's like I big old nasty thing"

Where to next she'll never know
But I'm sure it's a hell of a way to go
With her mouth shut down, chin propped up high
She'll figure out another alibi
Another scheme
Another dream
Another big old nasty thing

She led him down her secret den
Like so many simpleton
He never knew or saw what was comin'
Secrets that he'd never tell
Underneath the Swiss Canal
Never underestimate a gal
Never underestimate a gal
Never underestimate a gal