Haute street rider turned around
The plan burned down today
Worried not and glory bound
Story's underway
Cause a little bit of lovin has long been regarded as
A lot of treasure from above
And a lot of what little was often forgotten
Is the best way
Because she loves
She loves
Truck stop she ponders over everything that was and all she knows
Drops a quarter in a broken telephone
And she hangs a warning and turns around outside the door
Promises an offering
Will happened never more
She loves
Oh and she loves
Oh and she loves
Oh and she loves
She loves she loves...