I was wandering through the streets of the city   Rambling through the avenues of time   When from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl   And by chance her eyes fell onto mine      So I sat and I acted all nonchalant   She smoked her lavender cigarette   Reading the future that lay in my hands   As my shadow played a bass clarinet   Where are you going with this, Bret?      We waltzed down a moonlit boulevard   Just two silhouettes in the mist, oh yes   Days went by and years went by   Moments went by when we kissed   When was this?      She said, "Your beard is woven of heartache"   And we'll drink for the lonely tonight   And the moon is a horny old drunkard   Uh, Bret, could you please move over to your right?      We drank dandelion wine and we reminisced   About the moment when we first met that day   I'm trying to watch TV   Then we reminisced about how we first reminisced   Oh yeah? Sounds a bit gay      She handed me a broken memory   A keepsake to forever-more save   That a brief taste of love is as sweet as any   And with that she made her way   Oh yeah, what was her name?      She said her name was a secret   Then she said her name was Cherie   Is her middle name Cherie   So it's a secret Cherie? Maybe?   Maybe      What'd she look like?   She looked like a Parisian river   What, dirty?   She looked like a chocolate éclair   That's rare      Her eyes were reflections of eyes   Oh, nice   And the rainbows danced in her hair   Ah yeah      She reminded me of a winter's morning   What, frigid?   Her perfume was Eau De Toilette   What does that mean?      She was comparable to Cleopatra   Quite old?   She was like Shakespeare's Juliet   What thirteen?      The bohemians of SoHo did pirouettes   As we waltzed through the streets of Manhattan   On rivers of ribbon and sailboats of songs   Bret, did any of this actually happen?      Yes, the girl I described, she's as real as the wind   It's true, I saw her today   The other details are inventions   Because I prefer her that way