文本歌词

Written down here gentle reader
It seems too good to be true
But there's a girl in Kansas City
With my favourite tattoo
Oh why would I lie to you
This was in another century
Somewhere near the summer's end
The fahrenheit was frightening
I was awake the whole weekend
Invited to a barbecue
I found refuge in the kitchen
Discussing post war US literature
With a girl whose upper arm read fiction
Like it might have been typewritten
I asked her it's significance
She said she sometimes took reminding
What she wanted to be doing
Whether reading it or writing
I admitted admiration
For both typeface and intent
And said more softly sotto voce
I knew too well what she meant
She just smiled
And in a while she went
For a time I forgot this ever took place
She left her bottle on the bookcase
So though I leave you little option
But to take me at my word
I assure you dearest listener
That it happened as you've heard
A beer left on a bookshelf
At a bygone barbecue
By a girl from Kansas City
With my favourite tattoo
Oh why would I lie to you
Oh why would I lie to you
Oh why would I lie