She wasnt adverse to using rude words after hours
Cutting the heads off of flowers
Burning rock holes in my jeans
Walking all over my dreams I thought of how nice were those eyes and that smile
I thought once or twice it was nice for a while She wasnt afraid of getting waylaid in the garden
Not that Im begging your pardon
But I find that Im now doing time
While never accused of a crime I thought of how nice were those eyes and that smile
I thought once or twice it was nice for a while Just turned around
A lifetimes gone
Wont get me down
Ill sing my song She could be accused of being too crude on occasion
Being open to persuasion
Being far too hard to please
Bringing me down to my knees Times change but memories remain
Times change but memories remain