She's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel,
Coming from the bar in a plastic tie.
He's gonna swing from the Tree of Life.
He's gonna try to sell you on a great big lie.
But when you speak to her,
Her eyes light up.
The music spills right into your cup.
The minstrels play and the waitress brings ice.
There are pies on a carousel.
Have a slice.
But watch out.
She ain't no good for you.
He's gonna spin like the tractor pull.
But watch out.
She ain't no good for you.
I say watch out.
She ain't no good for you.
She'd like to put you in her zoo,