VERSE
There's a place in the town, a statue,
She'd make me wait beneath,
I'm right up onto the counter; Showgirl,
Perfect the slow body-roll.
And breakaway from the anger, oh, hoe,
Just got to let it all go,
CHORUS
But she loves me
More than anyone who wouldn't lay a hand.
She keeps mace spray,
For you can't rely on the common man.
VERSE
That night up under the starlight,
Holly, you call, 'the great blistering blue,'
And so the shattering shards of glass fell,
And glistened this way and that,
But she would say I won't find my way through the plaster;
But she loves me,
More than anyone who wouldn't speak like that.
But it is alright,
Here in the time and the place I am,