She reminds me some of a blue eyed doll a strange look there in her eyes Surprisingly quick with her movements like a woman who's learned to survive She empties the ashtrays and passes the booze in a crude but professional style And her facial contortions are painfully set in a look that resembles a smile The small crowded bar roars loud its approval of some verbal blow that she's dealt By telling a trucker from the Redball Express to have intercourse with himself In my mind I can see her room the place where the woman lives The rollers and the curlers and the old panty hose And the ceiling that leaks like a sieve And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny and June and Kennedy there with a flag And a letter from home that she's read ten times and an old blue traveling bag You know that man she loves ah he's puttin' her on But no queen could love him more And in her mind their ship will sail to a hundred exotic shores Lord she'll get no pity from me no she's tough and she wouldn't care But life is made up of wishes and dreams and she's had more than her share As I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I just found me one There's a difference in a fallen woman and one who is still hangin' on Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com