Slanted eyes and gypsy hair
With a mean old crooked-smile glare
She’s stupid, she’s sad, and young
Swearing with her English tongue
And she sings obscure forgotten songs
Of lonely love and dancing nights
And she laughs a little too long
Otherwise she’s sighing
Or even worse she’s crying
Who had kissed her cowboy mouth?
And caused her eyes to burn away
And who could make her count the days
Until he comes around
He had a somber, sweet blue face
And a soul of tangled tatted lace
He’s crazy; spends his time alone
To play his drums and xylophone
Drowning out his own heartbeat
And he thinks that he’s forgotten
He wants to be complete
But he knows he can’t defeat
The aftertaste of sweetness
The ugly burns of summer heat
He had kissed her virgin mouth
She caused his sense to go away
He wanted her but couldn’t stay
She hopes he’ll come around
You know that he will come around
In a month or two I’ll see you
And I don’t care if you mind
You’ll love me when you taste me
I know that I’m your wine
You can’t resist my cowboy mouth
And you like my gypsy hair
And I need your tangled tatted head
And I need you to be there
I know that you still care
I’ll kiss your silent mouth