Black Floorboards (too)

Hot as hell Black floorboards by the lake Hopin' you were a vision Lounging on the stairs backstage Smile shinin' in the shade I'd so hoped I might find you here again Two long years you been haunting' me Doing my head in Oh to speak Is to watch your red lips move Over white, white teeth As you tell me your name I can feel your blue-green eyes, your gaze Come to rest on me Mine drop past the turtleneck, the skirt Clean white cotton beneath You've got the name of a queen But you only use the last five eighths Your red lips move over white, white teeth In a way I can't forget I'd so hoped I might find you here again Two long years you been haunting' me Doing my head in