Tumbleweed

Anu

Lazy day in Vegas
She just appeared
So elegant, intelligent
Grinning from ear to ear

She had that killer style
Looks that turn your eye
I liked the way she rolled

When I asked her what her name was
She said “Tumbleweed,
They call me ‘Tumbleweed’”

She moved in close and then
She took me out
She blew on my dice for luck

We shared whiskey
We shared a kiss
She said “Come on, let’s go”

We pulled off the bank job
She pulled off her clothes
Tumbleweed and me went for a roll

In the morning all the money was gone
And so was Tumbleweed
So was Tumbleweed
She left a note that said “Bye-bye, John…
Love, Tumbleweed”

In the firelight
My nerves are bad tonight
It’s them pills I took to bring it off

Let me tell you, son
There was never another one
Who ever matched up to her stuff

There are days I still see her face
Oh Tumbleweed, oh Tumbleweed
I don’t regret and I can’t forget
My Tumbleweed, my Tumbleweed

She also knows who she is. And she hated being called “Tumbleweed”. Teardrops in the Waste Land, part II.