Barefoot in the summer, cold in stormy weather.
She taught me all there is, like magic and love,
lots of forgotten words
But now, she doesn't live here anymore.
She's off and she's gone, she doesn't live here anymore.
I'm sorry that's all there is to it, I'm sorry that's all
She dressed just like a painter, a female street Picasso
and I, I will remember the heaven in her laughter.
And the scent of her sweet perfume when we made love
under an August moon
But now, she doesn't live here anymore.
She's off and she's gone, she doesn't live here anymore.
She's gone since long, so long, she doesn't live here anymore.
She took off and left home, she doesn't live here anymore.
I'm sorry that's all there is to it, I'm sorry that's all. That's all.
