She teased her hair beneath the pale bathroom light
Smoked cigarettes from France
And her tongue shapes the words on her lips
She more naked than most
Stand in front of the mirror and danced
She spills wine on the factory floor
She writes lovers in her peculiar text
And she wears the hat that I left
She smells like the worst thing of rose
And I paint her with all of my sex
Across tables and hallways
There's no going home
Hold her mouth against you and you'll never be alone
And she sings songs you'll never forget
And she smokes French cigarettes
Her ideals are not with the man on the moon
Takes my hands to her body and cries
Throws cups and stamps in her boots
Oh man she's everybody's type
Women she said have no need fore lies
And her car looks like she needs a chicken or a broom
Her mouth so gorgeous make it open up make it moan
And she looks like the dawn chorus gearing up for song
And she falls asleep without you knowing on your bed
And she dreams in a language you don't talk
And you crave her before you know what it is
She undresses like a dancer in the dark
And you beat her till she can barely walk
Across tables and hallways
There's no going home
And hold her mouth against you and you'll never be alone
She sings songs you'll never forget
And she smokes French cigarettes
And she smokes French cigarettes
And she smokes French cigarettes