Pretty little girl with your faceless little smile
You have watched me from the inside for so long
I know a lot of places I've been
And there's many faces I've seen
None as quite as lovely as yours
But coming down my road again
Travelling at a hundred and four
And now you're dressed in your Sunday best
She's coming to take you home
She says you're a fool
Drinking for two
And her heart don't wait for no man
She says why'd you rush
Does it all seem too much
And her heart don't wait for no man
Pretty little thing with your face made out of tin
You cast a darker shadow down your [?]
The angel of my dreams
She's my queen
She's my disease
She's a serenading ship-wreck straight to hell
She's a keeper, my deceiver
Arms stretched out to greet you
I've fallen by this wayside, we fall
And just a touch of her bronze skin
She's a girl that just won't let you in
Always leaves you coming back for more
But coming down my road again
Travelling at a hundred and four
And now you're dressed in your Sunday best
She's coming to take you home
She says you're a fool
Drinking for two
And her heart don't wait for no man
She says what you rush
Does it all seem too much
And her heart don't wait for no man
She says you're a fool
Drinking for two
And her heart don't wait for no man
She says what you rush
Does it all seem too much
And her heart don't wait for no man
