Lisa - Burt Bacharach

Beautiful, beautiful hands are meant to hold

And yet your hands are untouched I’m told

Standing like a statue carved out of stone

Lovely and alluring and alone

How can anyone so beautiful be mine love, so unloved?

Everyone envies you

They say you have wealth and fame

When you walk on the street

Everyone whispers your name, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa

Beautiful, beautiful girls have broken hearts

Being unwanted is how it starts

Some men are afraid to reach for a star

So, you must be worshiped from afar

How can anyone so beautiful be mine love, so unloved?