And she was young and so lean
And she smelled like a smalltown church
But she looked like a queen

And I walked up and asked her name
And she gave me a stare
So i said will you marry me
She just brushed at her hair

She looked hungry and knew I was
So she ate lunch with me
Then she held out a greasy hand
Rubbed the grease on my knee

Maybe she's taken a vow of silence
Maybe she's from some quiet island
Or maybe she's scared of big city life, I don't know
Maybe she's had a difficult life
Oh c'mon baby just a word
Just a syllable or two
Take your pick, say a word
Any word at all will do

"Let's get funky"

Well she's moved in with me, I guess
We get funky a lot
But she still doesn't say a lot
Still she knows what she wants
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Lyrics posted by Richard T. Williams (Rex)
mgullick@facstaff.wisc.edu
July 1995