I wrote her name on a bar matShe had a peculiar bonnetBut a youngish damsel figureWith a tongue tied to a triggerShe seemed a total killerHer face all filled with fillerHer face a painted paletteI stomached all her habitsZipped her snowballs partially like a judgeAnd left her lipstick traces on her mouthWe watched each other closelyShe looked like Bella LugosiShe asked me for a ride homeI felt around for my callAnd in the bar of mirrorsI'd go right through the figureShe wiggled through the cornerInto the pit of my heartSat herself beside me in my bedA rain on every finger of her handShe lived down by the riverUp like the council giverWallpaper very scenicHer outlook very deep thenWe'd watch the close of weatherThen through the door he enteredShort sleeves and arms of ironAnd me with just my timeShe said the lodger's used to this by nowI'd handled all the poor but not the kindBehind the velvet sofaI found myself back sofaShe kept her old acousticShe never ever used itA gift for me with a cape onA six string with a left boneWe made the strangest coupleA love party doubleI loved to play her favourite country songsWith one or two girls always going wrong