she was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
and i was just a soldier on my way to montreal
well she pressed her chest against me
about the time the juke box broke
yeah
she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
and these are the words she spoke
blow up your tv throw away your paper
go to the country
build you a home
plant a little garden
eat a lot of peaches
try an find jesus on your own
well
i sat there at the table and i acted real naive
for i knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
well
she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo
yeah she sang her song all night long
tellin' me what to do
well
i was young and hungry and about to leave that place
when just as i was leavin'
well she looked me in the face
i said you must know the answer."