Way on down in the jailhouse town, there's a girl with a flower for a name
She says, I don't care, my man is losing his hair, I'm gonna love him
And her family dwells, with their hearts all swelled, there's a prayer with her face in mind
As if they chose the slope of her nose, they're gonna love her
She says, I don't care what his name is, what he does
What he does
What he does
What he does
What he does
