She came through the front door. Lookin' fast as a big train bookin' down the line. And she was lookin' fine. Long and lean and dressed to kill. Stacked up high with perfect wheels.
They got a vintage Victrola 1951. Full of my favorite records that I grew up on. They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24. Set 'em up Joe and play "Walking The Floor".
Each night you show up about a quarter to two. And in my dreams you always come true. And for awhile it's just like old times. But before I know it, you say goodbye.