Lyrics : Jordan Hebert
Music : Jordan Hebert
She was waiting down the stairs
In her city shoes and a dress
And who would know what she's to do
Oh Marketa
My Marketa
Then the sun shone on the river
The swans were taking a shower
And who would know what she's used to
Oh Marketa
My Marketa
Oh Marketa
She's got some of that wake me up
And I've seen her face light up
From within she felt the lush
And with the bright eyes wide open, she looked at me
Oh Marketa
D'you see me now?
My Marketa
Who are you to me now? (to me now)
Who are you to me now? (to me now)