She can't pin me down,
her face ain't
smile nor grin
She had the look of
sin. Oh how she
pulled it off.
She coughs
and they're
all around. Nothing's wrong
she fools those
devils. I know
all too well;
For in the
morning
my pockets are
crisp and clean.
Sweet and blonde,
her eyes; they'll
stare through your
heart
She can't pin me down,
For I know, all too well