She hums in whispers, a tune
I’ve heard before,
One my heart makes too.
She dances under the starry sky
In a little black tux, and smiles like the
Her electric blue tie, pretty hair tied
And a cigarette between her fingers
A vision that makes hearts throb.
Her tears, break hearts, little
Achy, breaky, hearts; but her heart is
Hidden beautiful at the sleeve.