That was the last time I ever saw her
Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows
I walked past and kept on walking
And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
She was something else
She was something else
A few summers ago
We spent weeks in her room
Just having s** and listening to jazz
And that was the life
But I didn't know at the time
But I didn't know at the time
She was something
She was something else
Blinds drawn at twelve noon
With daylight pouring through
Projecting lines on her body
She was something
She was something else
Move on, move on, move on
Smoke your smoke and move on
She was something
She was something else
I should go back to
See if she's still there
Standing like a statue
I should go back to