She wasn't adverse to using rude words after hours
Cutting the heads off of flowers
Burning rock holes in my jeans
Walking all over my dreams
I thought of how nice were those eyes and that smile
I thought once or twice it was nice for a while
She wasn't afraid of getting waylaid in the garden
Not that I'm begging your pardon
But I find that I'm now doing time
While never accused of a crime
I thought of how nice were those eyes and that smile
I thought once or twice it was nice for a while
Just turned around
A lifetime's gone
Won't get me down
I'll sing my song
She could be accused of being too crude on occasion
Being open to persuasion
Being far too hard to please
Bringing me down to my knees
Times change but memories remain
Times change but memories remain