She was fire and she was ice
She was naughty but she was nice
She was something like these eyes cannot remember
She was silver and she was gold
She ran hot and she ran cold
Did anybody get the license number
She was sweet as apple pie
She was blue Montana skies
She was pure as the driven snow of winter
Like an Oklahoma wind
Where she's going is where she's been
Did anybody get the license number
I've tried trains and I've tried planes
I've tried new places
I've tried far off distant plans
I've tried new faces with no traces
It's so hard to forget
When you've had a wreck like that
Did anybody get the license number
It's so hard to forget
When you've had a wreck like that
Did anybody get the license number