| I heard you saw her again last evening
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| I heard you’d been with her for two or three days
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| I still have her picture taped to my mirror
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| Does she still look the same after all these years?
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| I remember her as the most beautiful woman
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| Was her hair still blonde, were her eyes still blue?
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| Were they soft and gentle or filled with tears?
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| Did she still look as hurt after all these years?
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| I lost track of her way back in the Sixties
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| I even heard that she had tried suicide
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| There were rumors the government killed her career
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| Did she still look as scared after all these years?
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| Will they ever uncover her terrible secret?
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| And untangle the mystery of her life?
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| Will they ever know why she disappeared?
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| Was she still as gone after all these years?
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| Was she still as alluring, still as seductive?
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| Could she still drive you crazy by the look on her face?
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| Did she still have a whisper you could hear 'cross an ocean?
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| Was she still a scandal, still a disgrace?
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| Was she still as impossible, still as voluptuous?
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| Still as helpless and full of fears?
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| Was she still as provocative, still as compelling?
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| Was she still as late after all these years? |