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, [bad word] on babe, let's have a good time!