she's walkin' down the street,
blind to every eye she meets.
do you think you'll be the guy
to make the queen of the angels sigh?

she holds her head so high
like a statue in the sky.
her arms are wicked and her legs are long.
sidewalk crouches at her feet
like a dog that begs for somethin' sweet.
do you hope to make her see, you fool?
do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?