Three silver rings on slim hands waiting
Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday's early morn
We found a room that rainy morning


She took my hand through winding roads and led me home
Some red French wine when later waking

In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair

She laughed each time I asked her name

Made promises to meet again
But her friends down at the French café
Had no English words for me


So you may find above the border
A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name

You're bound to lose, she's too much for you
She'll leave you lost one rainy morn, you won't be the same


She laughed each time I asked her name
Made promises to meet again
But her friends down at the French café

Had no English words for me

She laughed each time I asked her name

Made promises to meet again
But her friends down at the French café
Had no English words for me