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
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