I wrote her name on a bar mat
She had a peculiar bonnet
But a youngish damsel figure
With a tongue tied to a trigger
She seemed a total killer
Her face all filled with filler
Her face a painted palette
I stomached all her habits
Zipped her snowballs partially like a judge
And left her lipstick traces on her mouth
We watched each other closely
She looked like Bella Lugosi
She asked me for a ride home
I felt around for my call
And in the bar of mirrors
I'd go right through the figure
She wiggled through the corner
Into the pit of my heart
Sat herself beside me in my bed
A rain on every finger of her hand
She lived down by the river
Up like the council giver
Wallpaper very scenic
Her outlook very deep then
We'd watch the close of weather
Then through the door he entered
Short sleeves and arms of iron
And me with just my time
She said the lodger's used to this by now
I'd handled all the poor but not the kind
Behind the velvet sofa
I found myself back sofa
She kept her old acoustic
She never ever used it
A gift for me with a cape on
A six string with a left bone
We made the strangest couple
A love party double
I loved to play her favourite country songs
With one or two girls always going wrong