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.