She seemed to appear A sultry baggage of about nineteen She said her name was Daisy buchanan and it might have been Her eyes were limpid pools Her mouth a scarlet wound She strolled through the room The dance floor parted like the pharoah's sea She stopped at the bar Got one mint julep and brought it to me She looked sort of shy and all Just like lauren bacall You could look it up She crossed to the door Looked at me sideways over her shoulders Tossed back her titan hair And lit the cigarette in her holder She didn't have to say a word A dear man overheard You could look it up