You dance real slow   You wreck it down   And you walk away    Then you turn around      What did that old blonde gal say?   That is the part   You throw away      I want that beggars eyes   A winning horse   A tidy Mexican divorce      St. Mary's prayers   Houdini's hands   And a barman who always   Understands      Will you loose the flowers   Hold on to the vase   Will you wipe all those teardrops   Away from your face   I can't help thinking   As I close the door   I have done all of this   Many times before      The bone must go   The wish can stay   The kiss don't know   What the lips will say      Forget I've hurt you   Put stones in your bed   And remember to never   Mind instead      Well all of your letters   Burned up in the fire   Time is just memory   Mixed with desire   That's not the road it is   Only the map...I say   Gone just like matches   From a closed down cabaret      In a Portuguese Saloon   A fly is a circling around    The room   You'll soon forget the   Tune that you play   For that is the part   You throw away   Ah, that is the part   You throw away