She Smiles Like Richard Nixon
Walks Like Bridgette Bardot
And I Love Her, But I Can't Trust Her
Want Her, Can't Let Her Know
And She Comes
Dressed Up in Beat-up Leather
Like a Soft Edged Vision in Black
And She Runs Up
Throws Her Arms Around Me
As If She Knew I Wanted Her Back
And She Says
"how Could You Leave Without Me?"
She Forgets She Left Before I Did
Then She Smiles Like Richard Nixon