In my dreams you dont have plans for Mardi Gras
Ill pick you up on my way through Arkansas
Man you wont believe who I met in Memphis
Its been a long time since youve seen her
I think you might need a hint
She could turn every head when she entered the room
A woman so happy to make you look a fool
But so sad that she painted her mailbox blue
She took me to her apartment below the street
Im sure I looked nervous as she poured me a drink
And Eric, she hardly said a word to me
She just asked if Id stay and help her decorate the tree
So I walked out on that tight rope slow as a snail
At one point I slipped and almost all her ornaments fell
But I managed to hang the clay nightingale.