When I first saw you, you looked alien. Like someone in mid dance like a little old man. When you first held me in your tiny grip. You seemed just like Popeye with your cap and your squint.
Went down to the local gypsy. And I handed her the same line. You know what I want from you. So honey won't ya gimme number nine. 'Cause you know lately I ain't feelin' so great.