She looked at me once, and I felt like I'd been feathered and tarred  She shaved her head after the fashion of the avant-garde  Her voice wasn't great, but I'd pay just to hear her guitar  So anyway, so anyway  We hit it off  I became her willing audience, her couch was softer than my bed  I wrote letters of intent that went straight into her garbage unread  She tickled till it itched and then I sctratched that itch so hard that it  bled  So anyway, so anyway  We hit it off  I painted 100 portraits of her in pastels and oil  She lied to the cops for me  I believe that I'm spoiled  Up cripple creek she sends me  While I wrap her head in gum & tinfoil  I don't love her in a love way  That's not where I'm coming from at all  We get along just fine, thanks  You Puritans would be far from appalled  Some people move so fast they run for miles before they learn how to crawl  So anyway, so anyway  We hit it off  I don't believe in destiny  Stars are just these holes in the sky  But that first time we met, she was wearing my favorite tie  I'll love her till the world ends  Well, okay, that's a lie  So anyway, so anyway  So anyway, so anyway  So anyway, so anyway  We hit it off