I've got great big blisters on my bloodshot. Eyes from looking at that long legged woman up ahead. What she does simply walking down the sidewalk of the city.
She didn't warn me the way she said she would she didn't say goodbye. I'd like to cheer my aching heart if I could I'd like to know the reason why. What part of my life she couldn't buy but I'll have a drink and then I'll cry.