They call her Mississippi. But she don't flow to me. Spends her light on the Bayou. But she don't come to see. . She's the one that makes my dreams. They call her Mississippi but she don't flow to me..
She doesn't own a dress. Her hair is always a mess. You catch her stealin' she won't confess. She's beautiful. . Smokes a pack a day, but wait, that's me, but anyway.
Forever can never be long enough for me Feel like I've had long enough with you Forget the world now we won't let them see But there's one thing left to do.