She is the belt, I'm the buckle
She is the dance I'm the song
She is the on I'm the off beat
And we never put a foot wrong
She is the on I'm the off beat
She is the lyric I'm the tune
We scanned and rhymed so sweetly
By the light of the silvery moon
We went so well together
We were two as one
When the lovey dove was over
The belt and the buckle was undone
She is the wine I'm the glass
Now she's drunk and I've run dry
Oh what a year what a vintage
Now we sip a medium sweet bye bye
She is the fag I'm the ashtray
She is the match I'm the box
She's low in nicotine content and gives you
The blind owl blues