Her hair was as black as night   Her eyes mean as hell   Crimson kisses and voodoo jive   We took each other and fell      Shooting jones in play pen   And all the singles bars      Pay phone call from Jacksonville   Move on tired man feel so ill   The streets I walk with you   Breath now I roam alone      I pass a thousand houses   Not one to call my home   Carved our names with a knife   And cut on glass to tell      Shooting jones in the play pen   And all the singles bars      Pay phone call from Jacksonville   Made a long tired man felt so ill   Her hair was as black as night   And her eyes mean as hell