Open up the gates for her, hear the trumpets blare, a warm Miles Davis welcome, let her dance with Fred Astaire.
Open up the gates for her, bring her Estee Lauder and pictures of her daughter and her only son, she'll want them.
Open up the gates for her, she don't need no resume no credit checks today no references except mine.
And open up your ears to her, she will teach you of compassion and she will help you fashion tenderness in time.
Don't lose her in paperwork or files, don't shuffle her along with phony smiles...'cause I've lost faith in even you...
Open up your ears to me, though I'm no man of great renown, I've got no weight to throw around, and perhaps I'm headed down...
But if I hear she's been ignored, deprived of her reward, heaven hath seen no fury, like a son that's scorned...be forewarned...
Open up the gates for her, wider, wider, wider and see the love that is inside her...