Every time that I see her
A lightning bolt fills the room
The under belly in Paris

She sings her favourite tune

She'll drink you under the table

She shove a drink or two
And every time I left her
I miss a thing she would do


She was the one for me
She opened my eyes to see

She was the one for me
Well alright


It was a cold September
Before the Indian Summer
That's the thing I remember

When she gave me a number

Went from station to station

On a train across the nation
And the rain of November
That's the time that we ended


She was the one for me
Well alright


Vodka with coca-cola
Cocaine tucked in her shoes

Cigarettes over coffee
Her halo slipped to a noose


Take the slow boat to China
You fly it right 'round the moon
She could take it or leave it

I knew it had to end soon

She was the one for me

She opened my eyes to see
She was the one for me
Well alright


It was a cold September
Before the Indian Summer

That's the thing I remember
When she gave me her number


Went from station to station
On a train across the nation
And the rain of November

That's the time that we ended

She was the one, for me

Oh alright, alright, alright, alright, yeah