She leans against a rabbit hutch How long since youve felt a womans touch? Shes made of spice and silver, you know youll miss her Going two directions on the stairs Eyes that widen when she talks Doorways framed with golden locks The moon upon you, looking on you Shows you the way to her gate They say that all of Charlie Chaplins girls Find their way into her curls The songs are hers, and the windmill whirls And all the flowers in all the world Where could she be tonight? She lights the lamp and snatches up Night crawlers, potato bugs And human muscle, yhear that rustle? Just lean back and relax Everybody grits their teeth And passes time in social sleep But she giggles neath the covers, and pulls you under Funny things on the radio Past the falls that bear her name The bonfire fires, and the wind and the rain And give praise there, for you were raised there Up in the trees of the garden Cleopatra holds a glass And lowers into a saffron bath Her tongue may manage many the language Spoken in the valley of your dreams She dont make the papers shout She aint the one you heard tell about Away from the mission, she sees her visions Watch them spinning around and around and around and around and around and around and around
around, yhear, lean, saffron, hutch