She’s a pretty thing with a cunning face She will make you run, but it’s worth the chase She will sing you half to sleep and half to heaven You will breath her name, she will breath your air She will leave you standing ‘lone without a chair When the music goes quiet at half past seven She’ll leave you longing
She will blow hot. Then she’ll blow cold She will lead you on. Then say you’re too old Then she’ll kiss you on the lips and stroke your hair And when morning comes, there’ll be no trace Of the light she brought to this gloomy place Not a note of why she’s gone, or when or where And then you’ll miss her
And then one day, you won’t know how She’ll ring you up and she’ll make you wow And you’ll ask her where she’d been, and she’ll stay silent And you’ll drink your wine with an empty stare Wondering if she knows, if she even cares And you’ll look for words in vain, 'cause you won’t find them
So you’ll pay the bill and you’ll walk away But your feet go numb when she calls your name Then she’ll say good–bye – there is no shame in crying Yes, you knew it’d only lead to this To a paper cup with a lipstick kiss You’ll be dying with a smile, but you’ll be dying You’ll really love her