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