Scarlet Begonias - Grateful Dead

I was walking round Grosvenor Square

Not a chill to the winter

But a nip to the air

From the other direction

She was calling my eye

It could be an illusion

But I might as well try

Might as well try

She had rings on her fingers

And bells on her shoes

And I knew without asking

She was into the blues

She wore scarlet begonias

Tucked into her curls

I knew right away

She was not like other girls

Other girls

In the heat of the evening

When the dealing got rough

She was too pat to open

And too cool to bluff

As I picked up my matches

And was closing the door

I had one of those flashes

I’d been there before

Been there before