Saw you walking down the street holding hands with some other guy, Well a short skin suit, black patent leather boots, big brown round saucer eyes, That's right! I didn't talk to you then, you was kissing your friend, Besides, it was the wrong time and place. I went home, took a shower, met a lady, I got some flowers but shows ya hey I knew we'd meet again.
So I searched all over town, dudes hanging around, No one had ever seen a chick like you before. I hit strip joints and museums, bars and clubs and - jesus - I even prayed in a cathedral for your soul. Then one rainy winter Tuesday I saw you on the subway You were heading for the tunnel near the door. I pressed my face against the glass, you sped by me in a flash Like a motorcycle crash you smoked my skull.
So once again, walking in the pouring rain Wondering who and why and where and what you were. I had hallucinatory dreams, shivers, sweats and screams, Like an opium withdrawal, only worse. Then on one hot summer night I took a motorcycle ride, Saw you looking really evil, spitting fire from your eyes. Like a rockabilly queen, 'bout to kick start your machine. Like a fighter pilot flying off to war. You had a tight black leather jacket, skull and crossbones on the back, God bless the sould of sweet Gene Vincent, there you were!
Don't want your diamonds, don't want your gold, I want your love, I want your soul, Come on babe, let's have a good time!