Throughout all the ages 
One could search, but hardly find
A woman esquite in every way
A beauty as Fine as Mine
    OH, She So Fine
    Yeah, She So Fine
     The Girl So Fine
      All Mine... All Mine 
I think it now impossible 
No matter date or time
Tho days of old had much eloquence 
You'd still be pressed to find
A Girl as Fine as Mine
     'Cause She so Fine
      So Fine So Fine
      She be so Fine
       All Mine... All Mine 
If Rembrandt saw, he'd paint her
Mozart, An Opus or Two
Shakespeare's Sonnets would bear her name
Books would speak of her virtue and fame
Love poems written of Kings being smitten
And the Title of all would be "Fine"
          'Cause She So Fine
           The Girl So Fine
            So Fine So Fine
            All Mine... All Mine
Now I'm certain that all will agree
To this truth that's being told
Slayed from the moment I saw her
As my heart said Softly, "BEHOLD"!
            OH, She So Fine
            She Be So Fine
            The Girl So Fine
       Had To Make Her All Mine