Let's Play Guitar in a Five Guitar Band

That was the last time I ever saw her
Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows
I walked past and kept on walking
And lit a smoke with my hands shakingAnd she was something else
She was something elseA few summers ago
We spent weeks in her room
Just having sex and listening to jazz
And that was the lifeI didn't know at the time
I didn't know at the timeShe was something
She was something else
She was something
She was something elseBlinds drawn at twelve noon
With daylight pouring through
Projecting lines on her bodyBlinds drawn at twelve noon
With daylight pouring through
Projecting lines on her body
Blinds drawn at twelve noon
With daylight pouring throughShe was something
She was something else
She was something
She was something elseMove on, move on, move on
Smoke your smoke and move on
Move on, move on, move on
Smoke your smoke and move onShe was something
She was something else
She was something
She was something elseShe was something else
She was something else
She was something else
She was something elseI should go back to
See if she's still there
Standing like a statueI should go back to
See if she's still there
Standing like a statueI should go back to
See if she's still there
Standing like a statueI should go back to
See if she's still there
Standing like a statueI should go back to
See if she's still there
Standing like a statue
I should go back to