Six foot two, navy blue
And when she walked through the door
I could've fell through the floor
In the twilight, she was my life
Easy come easy go, I swear to God I just don't know
Touch her lips with my fingertips
And in the pouring rain I really like the pain
Clifton Boulevard in the wintertime
It's four degrees below, and I got someplace to go
To smart apartments with buzzers on the door
I remember everything she wore
In the restaurants, turning every head
Like a broken tape recorder, playing back the things she said
And what ever happened to the letters that I sent her?
Are they sitting in a box down in somebody's basement?
Her waitress uniform was hanging up to dry
All those little things, they never ever die
Her little doggie in her suitcase
On the plane to New York City
She must've looked so pretty
It seems the more you try that just the worse it gets
And when she walked out the door
I could've fell through the floor
In the twilight, she was my life
Easy come easy go, I swear to God I just don't know

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