"So, Saskia"

SHE:

Well, you ask who's this lass
with the ear-splitting laugh
and a mouth like a sailor's behind?

Who comes off so professional,
first rate first class
in manner, appearance and mind?

With a certain how do you say je ne sais quoi
in French or Italian or Dutch?
Whose words and whose ways never fail to translate
Well, how can you ask who?
Is it not obvious?

How could I be any more Saskia?
I ask a-ya?
It's im-poss-kia!
How could I be any more Saskia?
It's pre-posterah -
'cause I'm Saskia!

Any social milieu
I'll come waltzing right through
my onlookers can't fail to gush

If I slip, I will fall
with impeccable poise
and rise all the more glamorous

Well my friends know me well
and they'll all tell you so
and plenty of stories besides

But why take second-hand
when first-hand's walking by
What more could you question?
Do you doubt your eyes?

ALL TOGETHER:

How could she be any more Saskia?
We ask a ya? It's im-poss-kia!
How could she be any more Saskia?
It's pre-posterah!
She's so Saskia!

SHE:

How could I be any more Saskia?
I ask a-ya?
It's im-poss-kia!
How could I be any more Saskia?
It's pre-posterah
I'm so Saskia

It's a science and art
to come off so 'just so'
It's a calling and hobby of mine
So if I'm a bit late
No point checking your watch
I'll be there!...

(ALL: She'll be there!)

...on Saskia Time!

How could I be any more Saskia?
I ask a-ya?
It's im-poss-kia!
How could I be any more Saskia?
It's pre-posterah
'cause I'm Saskia!