I knew a woman
who wore her hair in a high pony tail,
yeah--a high pony tail
and i would yank it
until she begged me to stop
I would yank her ponytail
until she told me to stop
I wanted to see what her pony would put up with

She wore her lips in a pout
yeah--a sad little
yeah--an angry little pout
I would kiss it until she kissed me back
I'd kiss her pout until she kissed me back
That woman pouted so naturally

That woman was an epidamy alright!

She wore her clothes modestly
No clevage or *** in sight,
and that kept her looking modest
it kept me wanting more
so when she walked away from me
i didn't have the courage to call for her back.
No--i didn't have the courage to ask for her back

She was the kind of woman that you let walk away from you
when she needed to
because she knew what was good for her
even if it wasn't you

So don't call her back,
she'll just ignore you
and keep on walking away
keep walking away to something better
Even if it isn't you