Her lit cigarette touched her hair
That curled around her ear
And cut across her cheek–
Her lit cigarette touched her hair
But she didn’t notice anything
Anything…anything

Anyway she, anyway she struck a match
Stuck another cigarette in between her red lips
Now there’s lipstick on the cigarette

Picked up her pen and began to write
And began to dream like smoke rising up to the ceiling
Twirling around in the corner

Name withheld by request
I would not suggest
You print this unless my
Name is withheld by request
Or I don’t know how I would ever show my face again
Or I don’t know how I would ever show my face again
Or I don’t know how I would ever show my face

He was my professor
I was just a freshman
We had just concluded
My first full day of lessons
I said I’d like some tutoring
On subatomic particles
We made it on his desk where he
Had written all his articles

Name withheld by request
I would not suggest
You print this unless my
Name is withheld by request
Or I don’t know how I would ever show my face again
Or I don’t know how I would ever show my face again
Or I don’t know how I would ever show my face

She dropped her pen
She dropped her pen
She dropped her pen
When James McGee passed by her window
Heading for her front door area

She waited 40 seconds and then
Picked up her pen and began to write
Scribbling very fast, page after page in the moonlight…..

(lyrics: Dan Bern)