atlanta song

i met her in atlanta

she was a-dancing in a cafe

with a price tag on her body

and a tombstone in her eye

you could tell she was not happy

by the way she kept on staring

past the other side of nowhere

at a man she'd like to try

and the make-up she had painted

could not hide the youthful motions

of her body

from the music or the crowd

i stared like all others

with my right hand in my pocket

while she showed us

everything the law allowed

twenty bucks an hour later

my one-bedroom apartment

i was feeling weak

from all the seeds i'd sown

she was sweet

she was gentle

as she introduced my body

to some pleasures

it had never ever known

when i woke up in the morning

she was a-laying there beside me

like a kitten

with her face turned to the sun

and a look of satisfaction

on her lips that made me wonder

if she ever felt ashamed

of what we'd done

so i left her in atlanta

she was a-dancing in cafe

with a price tag on her body

and a tomestone in her eye

and i guess she still ain't happy

by the way she keeps on staring

past the other side of nowhere