You dance real slow
You wreck it down
You walk away, then you

Turn around

What did that old blonde

Gal say?
That is the part...
You throw away


I want that beggars eyes
A winning horse

A tidy Mexican divorce

St. Mary's prayers

Houdini's Hands
And a Barman who always
Understands


Will you loose the flowers
Hold on to the vase

Will you wipe all those teardrops
Away from your fase
I can't help thinking

As I close the door
I have done all of this
Many times before


The bone must go
The wish can stay

The kiss don't know
What the lips will say


Forget I've hurt you
Put stones in your bed
And remember to never

Mind instead

Well all of your letters

Burned up in the fire
Time is just memory
Mixed in with Desire

That's not the road it is
Only the map...I say
Gone just like matches

From a closed down cabaret
In a Portuguese Saloon
A fly is a circling around

The room
You'll soon forget the
Tune that you play

For that is the part
You throw away
Ah, that is the part

You throw away