By David Allan Coe

SHE'S EVERYTHING YOU LOOK FOR IN THAT KIND OF WOMAN

SHELL DRINK WHISKEY AND DANCE TILL THE CHAMPAGNES ALL GONE

SHELL BE RIGHT THERE WHEN THE AIR FROM THE OCEAN IS CALLING

TELLING YOU, SAILOR BEWARE! SOMETHING IS WRONG!

BUT TOUCHING HER MIGHT MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR BLUES TONIGHT

HOLDING HER MIGHT STOP THE PAIN IN TIME

KISSING HER MIGHT TAKE AWAY THE LONELINESS YOU FELL

BUT LOVING HER WILL MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR MIND

JUST LIKE THE MOON AND THE STARS SHELL BE GONE IN THE MORNING

LEAVING YOU EMPTY AND DRAINED, LIKE THE TIDE YOU'LL BE LOW

LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO TAKE THAT WILL MAKE IT ALL BETTER

YOU'LL TRY TO BUY HER WITH PRESENTS, BUT SAILOR I KNOW.