"With her...

 

 

"With her killer graces

and her secret places
That no boy can fill

 

with her hands on her hips
Oh and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me

With her soft french cream
Standing in that doorway like a dream

I wish she’d just leave me alone

Because french cream

won’t soften them boots

And french kisses

will not break that heart of stone

With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
Oh-o she’s the one, she’s the one..."