The Girl From Illinois

The Girl From Illinois Well she sails into a room, Casting shadows like the moon, Leavers a trail of angel’s vapour in her wake Not conceited but she’s proud, She’s not trying to put you down, That’s just the aura of the girl from Illinois She will offer you a smile, she will offer you a look. She will tempt you, but you know it is not real. But your heart will rule your head, And you may want her in your bed, But that’s just the aura of the girl from Illinois To look is free, but her touch is what you need But what you can’t see is the path to which it leads. But your heart will rule your head Because you want her in your bed, That’s the allure of the girl from Illinois So you sink another Scotch, gonna give it your best shot. Tell her every single lie she wants to hear. But she’s cleverer you see, than your whiskey repartee, And that’s the problem with the girl from Illinois. To look is free, but her touch is what you need But what you can’t see is the path to which it leads. But your heart will rule your head Because you want her in your bed, That’s the allure of the girl from Illinois Now she’s a mem’ry, that’s the girl from Illinois And that’s the legend of the girl from Illinois