Vārdi: Metric. On A Slow Night.

True beautiful one What have you gone and done I can see all your moves are new Tell me what did that salesman do to you That catalogue replaced The fine mind behind your face No human trio can compete When that three way mirror meets your eye On a slow night On a slow night How you would walk the fashion mile Hand me down and call it style Your boots were scratchy black Your hat was just a hat The lips on you were plain The better to a kiss sustain On a slow night On a slow night