She smiles like Richard Nixon
Walks like Bridgette Bardot
And I love her, but I can't trust her
Want her, can't let her know
And she comes
Dressed up in beat-up leather
Like a soft edged vision in black
And she runs up
Throws her arms around me
As if she knew I wanted her back
And she says
"How could you leave without me?"
She forgets she left before I did
Then she smiles like Richard Nixon