Pauline

Pauline
More than a memory girl
Got to tell you what was
A cold blue sofa
And an oriental rug
When your man got down
And your man told me
Let’s go
Pauline
More than a memory girl
Got to tell you what
Smells like a magazine
Tastes like a watermelon
Looks like, looks like, looks like
We’ve got a problem
It felt like love
When he pulled me near
I was born in spring
I was looking for a thrill
In your pale summer dress
And your catalog skirt
I wore black, I wore heels
I wore an oxblood t-shirt
Pauline
More than a memory girl
Got to tell you what
The lad looked down
While the record player turned
I was sweet and pretty
Like a Chinese glamor girl
It felt like love
When he pulled me near
I was born in spring
I was looking for a thrill
In your pale summer dress
And your catalog skirt
I wore black, I wore heels
I wore a tight red t-shirt
Pauline
More than a memory girl
Got to tell you what
Pauline
More than a memory girl
Got to tell you what was
A cold blue sofa
And an oriental rug
When your man got down
And your man told me
When your man got down
And your man told me
When your man got down
And your man told me
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go