She Smiles Like Richard Nixon Walks Like Bridgette Bardot And I Love Her, But I Can't Trust Her Want Her, Can't Let Her Know And She Comes Dressed Up in Beat-up Leather Like a Soft Edged Vision in Black And She Runs Up Throws Her Arms Around Me As If She Knew I Wanted Her Back And She Says "how Could You Leave Without Me?" She Forgets She Left Before I Did Then She Smiles Like Richard Nixon