She wasn’t adverse to using rude words after hours

Cutting the heads off of flowers

Burning rock holes in my jeans

Walking all over my dreams

I thought of how nice were those eyes and that smile

I thought once or twice it was nice for a while

She wasn’t afraid of getting waylaid in the garden

Not that I’m begging your pardon

But I find that I’m now doing time

While never accused of a crime

I thought of how nice were those eyes and that smile

I thought once or twice it was nice for a while

Just turned around

A lifetime’s gone

Won’t get me down

I’ll sing my song

She could be accused of being too crude on occasion

Being open to persuasion

Being far too hard to please

Bringing me down to my knees

Times change but memories remain

Times change but memories remain