Indian Summer

Every time that I see ya,
A lightening bolt fills the room,
The underbelly of Paris,
She sings her favorite tune,
She`ll drink you under the table,
She`ll show you a trick or two,
But every time that I left her,
I missed the things 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 her number,
Went from station to station,
On a train `cross the nation
Then 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 a slow boat to China,
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 `cross the nation,

And the rain of November,
That`s the time that we ended,
She was the one for me, she opened my eyes to see, she was the one for me
Well alright, alright, alright, yeah