Left off the square upstairs on the south side
You could see right through her smile to the inside
Bare legs in the bed all freezing cold
And the last chance about as long as this dirt road

So where you keep that good stuff hid?
She only falls for the medicine men
She's a hundred pages of lies, a thousand clean
Just like a dream

Well she screams tonight the stand is skintight
And she lives that way but it fades in the dim light
She steps through the yard and takes a drink to feel the heat
And I'm dead grass, I asked and she walked all over me

So where you keep that good stuff hid?
She only falls for the medicine men
She's a hundred pages of lies told with ease
And I believe

So where you keep that good stuff hid?
She only falls for the medicine men
She's a hundred pages of lies with eyes to clean
Just like a dream