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