Every time that I see her, 
A lightning bolt fills the room, 
The underbelly of Paris, 
She sings her favorite tune, 
She'll drink you under the table, 
She'll show you a trick or two, 
But every time that I left her, 
I missed the things she would do.

She was the one - for me, 
She opened my eyes - to see, 
She was the one - for me, 
Well alright.

It was a cold September, 
Before the Indian summer, 
That's the thing I remember, 
Then she gave me her number, 
Went from station to station, 
On a train 'cross the nation
And the rain of November, 
That's the time that we ended, 
She was the one - for me, 
Well alright.

Vodka with Coca Cola, 
Cocaine tucked in her shoes, 
Cigarettes over coffee, 
Her halo slipped to a noose, 
Take a slow boat to China, 
You fly a rag 'round the moon, 
She could take it or leave it, 
I knew it had to end soon.

She was the one - for me, 
She opened my eyes - to see, 
She was the one - for me, 
Well alright.

It was a cold September, 
Before the Indian summer, 
That's the thing I remember, 
When she gave me her number, 
Went from station to station, 
On a train 'cross the nation, 
And the rain of November, 
That's the time that we ended, 
She was the one - for me, 
Well alright, alright, alright, yeah