She must have been...
She sits in the back booth of a dark and smoky bar. She's here all day, every day. In all my years here I've never heard her utter a word. She sits there chain smoking and drinking. I sit here and wonder about her. How did she end up here? What has life done to her? She always has a wild, far-off look in her eyes. Everytime I try to talk to her I lose my nerve. At closing time she glides past me with a grace I've never seen. She must have been beautiful once. I think I'm in love.
She sits in the back booth of a dark and smoky bar. She's here all day, every day. In all my years here I've never heard her utter a word. She sits there chain smoking and drinking. I sit here and wonder about her. How did she end up here? What has life done to her? She always has a wild, far-off look in her eyes. Everytime I try to talk to her I lose my nerve. At closing time she glides past me with a grace I've never seen. She must have been beautiful once. I think I'm in love.