And the girl there across the
street
She sits on her front porch
swing
She never realized
What I told her with my eyes
How back in the second war
I killed twenty German boys
With my own bare hands
And the woman inside my house
She won't stop talking
She never says a thing
She just keeps talking
And I might just leave her
still
After the sun goes down
And I smoke this cigarette
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