phantom lady i was with you for six hours last night but i cant remember what you look like or what you wore except for that large orange hat we sat shoulder to shoulder at a little bar in the east fifties we ate dinner together saw a broadway show together shared a cab togetherthe bartender the waiter the usher the cab driver none of them remembers you the police say i was home strangling my wife at the moment i met youyou are the only one who can prove my story but i dont know your name or where you live and i cant search for you from a jail cell