A naked thigh has much to talk about
If it's just approached right
Just like girls who talk too much
In crowded barrooms like last night
Just like our Lisa, ain't that right?
Conversations overheard,
Sacred silver dollars become petty change
Suddenly red lipstick finds itself
On the wrong side of her age
Just like our Lisa, ain't that strange?

And washed nylons bleed dirty tears
From a stranger's window pane
The red light cannot change the mood
Of the blue guitar that's played Blue guitar

The sound of painted nails are playing
Hi-ho silver, add another glass
Good intentions can beat up sick attention
And Louisa finishes last
"Oh goody, ain't life a blast"
Hollow glance
May I have this dance?
The face's been worn and thin
'Cause she's been wishing on too many stars again
Washed nylons bleed dirty tears
>From a stranger's window pane
The red light cannot change the mood
Of the blue guitar that's played
Blue guitar
Blue guitar
Get in the car

James Reach, Jewel Lyric Archive