She'd warm feet and pink lips, they slapped her, she gave a cry   The patter of tiny feet, from first kiss to goodbye   She moved to the city, she phones if she's still alive   Lives with a young man, said she'd be his bride   She told me that love was mostly illusion   Then laughs like a child, it hides her confusion      Twisting and turning, finally falling   Twisting and turning, finally falling   Twisting and turning, finally falling for you      Short hair, a long dress, a ring on her finger   He plies her with cheap wine and perfumes that linger   She tries not to think of the chances she smothered   And hides in the arms of the children she mothered   She moved to the country, the fields and the rivers   And all that was promised but never delivered      She could have been more if she wanted to be   She could have been more than the woman you see   The choices were plenty, but chances were few   Now she's twisting and turning   Finally falling for you