Red hair, green tights she told me never to ask any questions midnight, the moon is right she walks over in my direction no surprise from the pa**ing eyes she leans over the windowsill time flies and a new disguise imagination and a 20-dollar bill when she comes around, when she comes around all riddles and games when she comes around, when she comes around there's nothing to explain lady Godiva, truck driver telling secrets that nobody knows late at night, she turns off the light she never takes off all of her clothes (ch) no excuses for fresh bruises some boys don't understand she's so selective from her perspective she knows how hard it is to be a man Betty Davis, Clark Gable cheap photos from a carnival stall some lives work as fables some lives don't work at all (ch)