I used to see these Scandinavian looking ladies    All the way down half a crowded block    And I used to chase those yellow headed ladies    But it was never you on my block       I used to press my nose against the stone cold glass    At Fireside's liquor store    At the coin-op laundromat, on 15th and Montana    At sweet Suzy Q's up around the corner       The way you call to the woods    Is how the woods call back to you       I used to hear the front door slam    I'd run right out into the street    Doing that crazy dance    Spinning left to right    My head in my hands    My momma left me alone tonight    And she always said    The way you call to the woods    Is how the woods call back to you       How am I gonna get my work done    With you looking at me?    I bring home the bacon    Fry it up in a pan    I wear that sweet perfume    To find myself a better man       The way you call to the woods    Is how the woods call back to you