She's the kind of girl who can come off so slick
The tighter your fingers the faster she'll slip
And the only way you'll have her is to run away
Funny how she's looking half the other way, eh?
She said that all she had was sensibility
No wit or great looks, no hope of dowry
I wish I had told her 'It's all understood'
Maybe she'd have loved me, maybe she would.
As often as something that's never been seen
Whenever I see her that Paul starts to sing
When my eyes and my ears have all come unglued
And my heart is asimmer, and its juices have stewed
She will remind me of gentler days
Before I was groping at memoryhaze
When the palm of my hand meets the small of her back
She smiles at me, and I'm taken aback
What would she do if I showed up alone
No hand on my arm nor those lips on the phone
No hangers on, so I'm not lost in a crowd
Of like-thinking minds under alcohol's cloud
Just showed up alone, and stood in her way;
Would she stumble or laugh, or turn me away?
