(M. Jagger/K. Richards). Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl. Her eyes were hazel. And her nose were slightly curved. We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel. It's on the ocean I guess you know it well. It took a starry to steal my breath away. Down on the water front. Her hair all drenched in spray. Hannah baby was a honey of a girl. Her eyes were hazel. And her teeth were slightly curved. She took my guitar and she began to play. She sang a song to me. Stuck right in my brain. You're just a memory of a love. That used to be. You're just a memory of a love. That used to mean so much to me. She got a mind of her own. And she use it well. Well she's one of a kind. She's got a mind. She got a mind of her own. And she use it mighty fine. She drove a pick-up truck. Painted green and blue. The tires were wearing thin. She turned a mile or two. When I asked her where she headed for. "Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar". I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge. My nerves are shot already. The road ain't all that smooth. Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone. I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones. You're just a memory of a love. That used to mean so much to me. You're just a memory girl. You're just a sweet memory. And it used to mean so much to me. Sha la la la la. She got a mind of her own. And she use it well. Mighty fine she's one of a kind. On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze. We've been ten thousand miles. Been in fifteen states. Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind. I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried. What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor. It's just some friends of mine. And they're busting down the door. Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel.