@gabrieleau3969

10 years ago

Every time that I see her,  A lightning bolt fills the room,  The underbelly of Paris,  She sings her favorite tune,  She'll drink you under the table,  She'll show you a trick or two,  But every time that I left her,  I missed the things she would do.  She was the one - for me,  She opened my eyes - to see,  She was the one - for me,  Well alright.  It was a cold September,  Before the Indian summer,  That's the thing I remember,  Then she gave me her number,  Went from station to station,  On a train 'cross the nation  And the rain of November,  That's the time that we ended,  She was the one - for me,  Well alright.  Vodka with Coca Cola,  Cocaine tucked in her shoes,  Cigarettes over coffee,  Her halo slipped to a noose,  Take a slow boat to China,  You fly a rag 'round the moon,  She could take it or leave it,  I knew it had to end soon.  She was the one - for me,  She opened my eyes - to see,  She was the one - for me,  Well alright.  It was a cold September,  Before the Indian summer,  That's the thing I remember,  When she gave me her number,  Went from station to station,  On a train 'cross the nation,  And the rain of November,  That's the time that we ended,  She was the one - for me,  Well alright, alright, alright, yeah

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