She sat on the pavement, as I pulled in the drive
Wearing leopard skin velvet and shiny black eyes
"She looks like a sleeper", said my wife at the time
She had curls like Delilah and a smile like the sun
She held my poor corpse, like she'd never been done
and the caption in my mind said "This is the one"
But I'm strong and I'm disciplined and I avoided her for years
'Till one night, as usual, with my heart full of tears
A hand touched my back and she was standing right there
Then I felt the luxury of her, I felt the luxury of her,
I felt the luxury of her, I felt the luxury.
Whispering, Whispering.
