She's coming back from the ocean
To See me walk the walk
That she's still my favourite conclusion
And I know what baby wants

She don't need a dozen red roses
That ain't what she crazes
She wants rich conversation
And a pillow wherever she lays

You can have whatever you imagine
But it don't make it real
Dress up in fashion
But how much more beautiful will she feel?

How about some old fashioned dancing
A trip down memory lane
I'm a cool cat caught in her mouse trap
Trying to win the game

You can have whatever you imagine
But it don't make it real
Dress up in fashion
But how much more beautiful will she feel?

So, sing your song for the sinners
And for the liars too
And I'll dance myself up to her beauty
And tell her what she already knew
That for her I'd take a bullet
Even from her own gun
'Cause I trust that woman's judgement
She only does what needs to be done