You dance real slow
You wreck it down
You walk away, then you
turn around
What did that old blonde
gal say?
That is the part...
You throw away

I want that beggars eyes
a winning horse
a tidy Mexican divorce
St. Mary's prayers
Houdini's Hands
and a Barman who always
understands

Will you loose the flowers
hold on to the vase
Will you wipe all those teardrops
away from your face
I can't help thinking
as I close the door
I have done all of this
many times before

The bone must go
The wish can stay
The kiss don't know
What the lips will say
Forget I've hurt you
Put stones in your bed
and remember to never
mind instead

Well all of your letters
Burned up in the fire
Time is just memory
mixed in with Desire
That's not the road it is
Only the map...I say
gone just like matches
from a closed down cabaret

In a Portuguese Saloon
a fly is circling around
the room
You'll soon forget the
tune that you play
For that is the part
You throw away
oh that is the part
You throw away