She's a crooked Sheriff in a real straight town. She opened the door shake shake the lights go down. Clover honey and the Jimson Weed. Red leather skirt way up above her knees.
I'm on a black elevator. Goin down. Little Joe from Kokomo. It rattles to the ground. The dice is laughin at the. man that he throwed. Your rollin over to the.
Over here the ladies all want sweet perfume. But there's never a rose. And over the roses are frightened to bloom. So they never can grow. . And over here they need wool.