She's got spider web hair   And a skin like see through jelly   With a, a porcelain stare   That moves the walls of my belly      But she used to have a Cherub's glow   That lit a lamp gas nose   Her eyes were full of hot wine   And her body was a rose      Now, she moved like a liquid   Through the boys of Mason City   Had every Gatling gun slinging soldier   Every grease monkey, every Walter Mitty      She finally settled on some corn husker   With cotton seed teeth under a diamond smile   Dressed up for San Francisco but   Held up in Mason City for a while      Now, her man used to work   To make the corn belt grow   While she would dream of a city   With the soft heart, San Francisco      Dream a quiet burrow   For a husband, child and wife   And poke another hole   Into the heart of American life      Now, San Francisco's no place   For a Mason City couple   You can get thrown into a turbine   And get lost in the shuffle      She keeps everything she owns   In a Saratoga trunk that's going out of style   Dressed up for San Francisco but   Held up in Mason City for a while      No, no, no   No, no, no   No, no, no   ...