Last call down on Dock street, I buttoned up my coat
She was playing guitar, softly by the boats
I stood and listened from the background
But she sensed that I was there
I knew it when she turned around
And I saw the light in her starry eyes
And I realized that
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world
Across the street she ushered me, between the moving cars
She showed me in and made some tea, found papers in the dark
She read a poem just by the dim glow of a street light shining
From a lamp post outside her window, so mesmerizing
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world
Guitar solo
And the way she walked
And the way she talked
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world
She's not like other girls
She's from some other world