A naked thigh has much to talk about. If it's just approached right.. Just like girls who talk too much. In crowded barrooms like last night.. Just like our Lisa ain't that right?. Conversations overheard. Sacred silver dollars become petty change.. Suddenly red lipstick finds itself. On the wrong side of her age.. Just like our Lisa ain't that strange?. And washed nylons bleed dirty tears. From a stranger's window pane.. The red light cannot change the mood. Of the blue guitar that's played. Blue guitar.. The sound of painted nails are playing.. Hi-ho silver add another glass.. Good intentions can beat up sick attention. And Louisa finishes last.. "Oh goody ain't life a blast.". Hollow glance.. May I have this dance?. The face's been worn and thin. 'Cause she's been wishing on too many stars again.. Washed nylons bleed dirty tears. >From a stranger's window pane.. The red light cannot change the mood. Of the blue guitar that's played.. Blue guitar.. Blue guitar.. Get in the car.. James Reach Jewel Lyric Archive.