She had wet looking eyes went straight to your heart br And greasy locks and a throat that talked br It's own secret language br To open collars and unbuttoned blouses br That you bent your head to, so you wouldn't get left out br br She left sentences dangling and legs that, gangling br Seemed always in the way br Gesticulating wildly while her gait let something br Desirable, loose in the world- br Bet you lost all your bets on that crazy-ass girl br br She got wild political ideas, though not very original br Like old Tarot cards, left over from the radical br Sixties, but she's straight out of the pages br Of some avante-garde novel br That you stayed up all night reading br In college to impress some high-class girl br br You should have met her earlier br But she was just another girly br You'd have left in the dark; br And now she's quite sincerely interested br In intimate conversation and low key wine drinking br Cross legged in the park. br br And you know with her you'd want to br Elaborate the principles of non-linear thinking br And comparative distortions br Of the war between the sexes- br But now you can't even talk.