Affair on 8th avenue

The perfume that she wore was from some little store on the down side of town.
But it lingered on long after she'd gone, I remember it well.
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
and we came through a doorway somewhere in the night.

Her long flowing hair came softly undone and it lay all around.
And she brushed it down as I stood by her side in the warmth of her love.
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin,
and then we played a game only she could win.
And she told me a riddle I'll never forget, then left with the answer I've never found yet.

How long, said she, can a moment like this belong to someone?
What's wrong, what is right, when to live or to die, we must almost be born.
So if you should ask me what secrets I hide, I'm only your lover, don't make me decide.

The perfume that she wore was from some little store on the down side of town.
But it lingered on long after she'd gone, I remember it well.
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin,
and then we played a game only she could win.
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
and we came through a doorway somewhere in the night.