Three silver rings on slim hands waiting   Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday's early morn   We found a room that rainy morning      She took my hand through winding roads and led me home   Some red French wine when later waking   In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair      She laughed each time I asked her name   Made promises to meet again   But her friends down at the French café   Had no English words for me      So you may find above the border   A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name   You're bound to lose, she's too much for you   She'll leave you lost one rainy morn, you won't be the same      She laughed each time I asked her name   Made promises to meet again   But her friends down at the French café   Had no English words for me      She laughed each time I asked her name   Made promises to meet again   But her friends down at the French café   Had no English words for me