作曲 : Blind Mr. Jones, Franklin ...
  She knew that I'd choose a short brunette in brown shoes.
 I ask the time and she hides her smile.
 
 And when there's nothing left to use,
 It's a regular disease.
 And when there's nothing left to see,
 It's a regular disease.
 
 She laughs out loud when she reads,
 She can't see how her key fits.
 She's rare indeed, in here in bare feet.