Leaving came to the door
Called through the screen
Didn’t wanna let her in
Cause of the heat and mosquitoes
She’s a southern lady
With bless your heart spite
And a trunk full of tires
And a sour whiskey pint

And she’s dancing ’round you
Taunting and rude
Mind your mad wandering eyes
Cause she’s sure to take them with her
She’s a rare she-devil
With the stench of the tired
And the sound of a wave goodbye
Like strangers sharing a light