Big rain bore a dent into the awning Caramel's the color of her skin Man oh man I wish I was a local Foreigner to every place I've been Well I didn't know there were two St. Denis And I was in the one with all the hair shops First address I went to was a pharmacy 3 days only is all the story's about Can I make that number one you can't count We were in a bathroom with no sink Through the velvet curtain down the steps Where her kiss had caused me to divorce All the pangs to which I had been wed With that pinkish light bright on her brow Her words were in duet with the sound Of my armor falling to the ground 3 days only is all the story's about Can I make that number one you can't count You're not an idea to me 'Cause my brain was separate You were adding to my blood oh oh You're not an idea to me 'Cause my brain was separate You were adding to my blood oh oh 3 days only is all the story's about Can I make that number one you can't count