She dances like the wildest wind she knows just how to touch your skin
You'll walk in fields of make believe
The sweetest thing You've ever seen
If you ever see her
You'll know what I mean
You're falling like the summer rain
Thinking she will feel the same
You tell her that she's all you need
And you believe
That's it's real
Lying beside her
Is like a dream
But love ain't always what it seems
And you hate yourself and you beg and plead
In a lonesome act of self deceit
Oh have you seen
Josephine
If you ever see her
You'll know what I mean
She slipped away with no goodbye in the Irish bar I sat and cried
wounded I crept home to die
I'm still here
Josephine
So Bittersweet
My Josephine"