Like Mist on Mr. Cohen

Drops of mercury on the angel's holy hearse Sallys in the kitchen And she's digging through her purse Some powder for her nose, man Some for her cheeks Everybody's talking but nobody speaks She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen A Swiss wristwatch and switchblade in her bra-strap Nobody gonna talk, talk, talk, Talk to her like that If you know what's best you'll be leavin' on her good side If you know what's best boy you best keep those shoes tied She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen Deathly wit and an espionage kit Just like William Burroughs She's got candy in her pocket She'll tie you to the chair like some big bad prophet Picking up your pieces And puts 'em in her pocket And when you think your wise she distributes the gossip Tells you no, no, no, no lies Here's her alibi She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen Down into the dungeon, up into the heat She's scoring some reds For a man she's yet to meet As snakes whisper poems that always start with 'S' They end in 'Y' and leave you second guessin' She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen Deathly wit and an espionage kit Just like William Burroughs She's got candy in her pocket