She Knows - James Otto

She walks around late at night

In my old Allman Brothers t-shirt

And not much else

There’s a hint of her perfume

In the air, she lets her hair dry

All by itself

Then she shits down next to me and paints her toes

And asks me why I’m staring

She knows what she does to me All the little things set fire to my soul

And i love that girl, and i go out of my way

To find a way every day

To make sure she knows

I might call to say, «How's your day?»

Or stop off at the Chevrom

And buy a rose

I might save a little cash from my check

And get that dress

She thought she’d have to sew

I’ll make her a card and scratch out words

And still not get it right

She knows what she does to me All the little things that set fire to my soul

And I love that girl, and I go out of my way

To find a way every day

To make sure

To make damn sure she knows

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