She'd warm feet and pink lips, they slapped her, she gave a cry

The patter of tiny feet, from first kiss to goodbye

She moved to the city, she phones if she's still alive

Lives with a young man, said she'd be his bride

She told me that love was mostly illusion

Then laughs like a child, it hides her confusion



Twisting and turning, finally falling

Twisting and turning, finally falling

Twisting and turning, finally falling for you



Short hair, a long dress, a ring on her finger

He plies her with cheap wine and perfumes that linger

She tries not to think of the chances she smothered

And hides in the arms of the children she mothered

She moved to the country, the fields and the rivers

And all that was promised but never delivered



She could have been more if she wanted to be

She could have been more than the woman you see

The choices were plenty, but chances were few

Now she's twisting and turning

Finally falling for you