Well the first frame finds her runningBut the night pushes her deep within the tunnelShe camouflages herself in dayglo paintAnd she sings her love songs through a funnelAnd she clings to the walls like a cat who callsThe shots for life and for deathWearing nothing but the make-up she usesTo try and cover up for herselfWell if she can’t hide her swordShe gives no terms for surrender’cause she’s living the third world warThe tunnel police, they steadily increaseThe search for where she hides her kidShe swings on a vine across the state lineThey measured the length of her skidShe never goes back to do something she didn’tOr undo something she didSmoke streams from the streetAnd the night is completeWith a long and fiery belchShe’s just another orphan annie cartoon and a raquel welchShe rides like caesar, brandishing a whipOn the hood of his squad carAs the siren wails she silently sailsLeaving footprints in the tarOh she breaks with the dawnAnd by morning she’s goneLeaving nothing but another nightShe returns to her homeLike a dog returns to a boneAnother unsatisfied wifeAnd there’s little boothSecure from the truthHe wants her more than he’s got the guts to say’cause as she needs to be realHe needs to concealThe realness of his placeSo he sings a little songAnd in a chiffon sarongShe performs a black ballet in spaceBut she’s another flop with a fancy nameAnd he’s just another cop with a pretty faceSo together they commit the ultimate crimeTwo hearts locked in true waltz time