Из альбома: Riot City Blues
Saw you walking down the street holding hands with some other guy,
Well a short skin suit, black patent leather boots, big brown round saucer eyes,
that's right!
I didn't talk to you then, you was kissing your friend,
Besides, it was the wrong time and place
I went home, took a shower, met a lady, I got some flowers but shows ya hey I knew we'd meet again
So I searched all over town, dudes hanging around,
No one had ever seen a chick like you before
I hit strip joints and museums, bars and clubs and - jesus -
I even prayed in a cathedral for your soul
Then one rainy winter Tuesday
I saw you on the subway
You were heading for the tunnel near the door
I pressed my face against the glass, you sped by me in a flash
Like a motorcycle crash you smoked my skull
So once again, walking in the pouring rain
Wondering who and why and where and what you were
I had hallucinatory dreams, shivers, sweats and screams,
Like an opium withdrawal, only worse
Then on one hot summer night I took a motorcycle ride,
Saw you looking really evil, spitting fire from your eyes
Like a rockabilly queen, 'bout to kick start your machine
Like a fighter pilot flying off to war
You had a tight black leather jacket, skull and crossbones on the back,
God bless the sould of Sweet Gene Vincent, there you were!
Don't want your diamonds, don't want your gold,
I want your love, I want your soul,
Come on babe, let's have a good time!