She walks softly with the wind
With a cold drink in her hand
And a mind full of sin
Barroom looks with bedroom eyes
Like an icy wind blowing through you
You won't even realize
You're going down down down
Down down down
Down down down
Going down
And she'll leave in the morning
Happens time and time again
When the rules are written by the Siren
In a game that you can't win
Stop her son no matter how you try
Well, your prize will be the jagged shore
And below the bye and bye
You're going down down down
Down down down
Down down down
Going down
And she'll leave in the morning
Don't let her put her hair down
Lord, don't let her look you in the eye
When the morning comes
You'll find nothing but a cold, cold bed
Without a chance to say goodbye
She walks softly with the wind
With a cold drink in her hand
And a mind full of sin
Mind full of sin