text: 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. Marys prayers
  Houdinis 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 cant 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 dont know
  What the lips will say
  Forget Ive 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
  Thats 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 a circling around
  The room
  Youll soon forget the
  Tune that you play
  For that is the part
  You throw away
  Ah, that is the part
  You throw away