Saw you walking down the street holding hands with some other guy, 

Well a short skin suit, black patent leather boots, big brown round saucer eyes, 

that's right! 

I didn't talk to you then, you was kissing your friend, 

Besides, it was the wrong time and place. 

I went home, took a shower, met a lady, I got some flowers but shows ya hey I knew we'd meet again. 



So I searched all over town, dudes hanging around, 

No one had ever seen a chick like you before. 

I hit strip joints and museums, bars and clubs and - jesus - 

I even prayed in a cathedral for your soul. 

Then one rainy winter Tuesday 

I saw you on the subway 

You were heading for the tunnel near the door. 

I pressed my face against the glass, you sped by me in a flash 

Like a motorcycle crash you smoked my skull. 



So once again, walking in the pouring rain 

Wondering who and why and where and what you were. 

I had hallucinatory dreams, shivers, sweats and screams, 

Like an opium withdrawal, only worse. 

Then on one hot summer night I took a motorcycle ride, 

Saw you looking really evil, spitting fire from your eyes. 

Like a rockabilly queen, 'bout to kick start your machine. 

Like a fighter pilot flying off to war. 

You had a tight black leather jacket, skull and crossbones on the back, 

God bless the sould of sweet Gene Vincent, there you were! 



Don't want your diamonds, don't want your gold, 

I want your love, I want your soul, 

Come on babe, let's have a good time!Thanks to thudord@yahoo.com