She Caught My Fancy Ween

A crème de menthe by the waterside
On the rocks with the tide
And her hair so golden blonde
She spoke so soft by the candlelight
Like a whisper in the night
Turned her head
She caught my eye
She caught my fancy

And then we strolled by the waterside
On the rocks with the tide
I was hers and she was mine
And when she said she would be my bride
Then I knew deep inside
She was mine
She stole my heart
She caught my fancy