Beatrice

I remember when you were thirteen,
A slender ne'er-do-well,
Stepping on stones, troubling the stars,
A real jaw-breaker.
A sweet bird of youth in a cage,
Bored with boys your own age.
Mama thought you were at home.
She was foiled by the girl with a will all her own.
As you went tip-toeing out the door,
Out on the sidewalk, into the dark,
And though it never frightened you before,
You ran as fast as you could through the Sabine streets.

Oh, oh, oh! Ain't no place to be
Oh, oh, oh! When you're out on the Sabine streets.
Oh, oh, oh! But when lightning strikes,
Oh, oh, oh! The girl never once thought twice.
'Cause he just so happened to be heaven sent,
And she wanted more than anything else to believe
That love had come to wish her former self, farewell.

One look, one glance, one circus strong man to hold her back.
And if you saw her on the telephone, you'd ask,
"Who in the hell is this snake charmer
Who has her Hanging on his every word
And tangling up the telephone cord?"
Daddy told her off one time,
But at night she'd be out once more on the Sabine streets.

Sabine streets…

Oh, oh, oh! Ain't no place to be
Oh, oh, oh! Out on the Sabine streets.
Oh, oh, oh! But when lightning strikes,
Oh, oh, oh! The girl never once thought twice.

Oh, oh, oh! Ain't no place to be ('Cause he just so happened to be)
Oh, oh, oh! Out on the Sabine streets. (Heaven and sent,)
Oh, oh, oh! But when lightning strikes, (And she wanted more than anything else…)
('Cause he just so happened to be…)