These eyelashes fall just like an ax The parlor closed down with only a match Leave your shadow nailed to the door Morning don't come on this side of the floor Pacing the floor in ten foot high heels She raised the wind but that was the deal Face Card said more than money she wore Work don't stay done on this side of the floor A clock ticks the paint off the wall but nobody saw Red Point was flipping a nickel with too many sides Hey man, don't you know gypsy perfume is just a disguise? Broken stained glass, prayers in your hat Shoot the marquee, it's only an act Lights spell her name, but you can't be sure A dream cuts its teeth on this side of the floor