Her eyes were green.
Her skin glistened.
Talk all you want to, she never listened.
She'll love you for an instant but how quickly she forgets,
And as she drove away she was listening to Benny and the Jetts.
She'll walk by your window you'll only catch a glimpse.
She'll dissapear like vapor and leave a trail of hints.
But all you'll really capture is that feeling in your chest,
And as she drove she was listening to Benny and the Jetts.
She's the poets night mare, she'll sink into your soul.
She'll absorb your passion and turn it into coal.
Well i ain't no poet but I'll try like all the rest.
I remember as she drove away she was listening to Benny and the Jetts.