Blue star woman, slow country child
Night shade secrets, chemistry's smile
Close your bright eyes and sleep awhile
Dream me a garden, enchanted and wild

For corn, for country, or pearls of swine
Your summer of potions really messed up your mind
A mad dog is howling at the end of your line
If your tempo is dragging, then double your time, yeah

Ooh...

At the top of the stairs, both hands on your hips
Cold as the flower that hangs from your lips
My head and my hand nailed to the front door
While the postman and the neighbor clap their hands and yell, more

Her kitchen was clean but that bed was a mess
The sheets, they were dry, but the pillow was wet
She tried to blame it on one of her pets
I said, do you have a cat? She said, why no, not yet
Oh, but wouldn't you bet
When out from under her dress, oh yeah

Ah...

A few more words before I rest
This is no riddle, this is no test
Hate is the worst and love is the best
So put that old timepiece back in your vest