First thing you know, she's zipping out of jeans And slipping on a ladies skirt She talks about him once there was a dream Now everybody's passing the word
Hooking on to sad eyes Stepping down in the hall If you tell her she's funny She stops like a cat on a wall
She comes home to her bedsitting world Everything is slung on the bed Boy magazines with no mention of girls Maybe you'll be on there instead
Hooking on to sad eyes Stepping down in the hall If you tell her she's funny She stops like a cat on a wall
Last thing you see a mirror smashed in her face She's smelling like a flower in spring The door's on the latch and she's dragging a case Full of silver bracelets and rings
Hooking on to sad eyes Stepping down in the hall If you tell her she's funny She stops like a cat on a wall
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