Her mind is Tiffany-twisted,
She’s got the Mercedes Benz.
She’s got a lot of pretty, pretty, boys,
That she calls friends.
How they dance in the courtyard,
Sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember,
And some dance to forget.
So I called up the captain,
“Please bring me my wine”
He said “we haven’t had that spirit here since 1969.”
And still rose voices are calling from far away.
Wake you up in the middle of the night,
Just to hear them say,