There´s a place in the town, a statue,
She´d make me wait beneath,
But its magnificent archways, archways,
That´s where I´d go to weep.

I´m right up onto the counter;
Showgirl, perfect the slow body-roll.
And breakaway from the anger, oh, hoe,
Just got to let it all go,

But she loves me
More than anyone who wouldn´t lay a hand.
She keeps mace spray,
For you can´t rely on the common man.

That night up under the starlight,
Holly, you call, ´the great blistering blue,´
A strange formation came down from the ceiling,
And it began to move.

And so the shattering shards of glass fell,
And glistened this way and that,
But she would say I won´t find my way through the plaster;
I´m an empty hourglass in the sand,

But she loves me,
More than anyone who wouldn´t speak like that.
She keeps mace spray,
For you can´t rely on the common man.

But it is alright,
Here in the time and the place I am,
You leave a light on all night,
Just to remind of the place I am.