Atlanta Song

I met her in Atlanta

She was a-dancing in a cafe

With a price tag on her body

And a tombstone in her eye

You could tell she was not happy

By the way she kept on staring

Past the other side of nowhere

At a man she'd like to try

And the make-up she had painted

Could not hide the youthful motions

Of her body

From the music or the crowd

I stared like all others

With my right hand in my pocket

While she showed us

Everything the law allowed

Twenty bucks an hour later

My one-bedroom apartment

I was feeling weak

From all the seeds I'd sown

She was sweet, she was gentle

As she introduced my body

To some pleasures

It had never ever known

When I woke up in the morning

She was a-laying there beside me

Like a kitten

With her face turned to the sun

And a look of satisfaction

On her lips that made me wonder

If she ever felt ashamed

Of what we'd done

So I left her in atlanta

She was a-dancing in cafe

With a price tag on her body

And a tomestone in her eye

And I guess she still ain't happy

By the way she keeps on staring

Past the other side of nowhere