I Met Her In Redondo

Just Like Jean-Paul Belmondo

I Lit A Cigarette And Said,

"I'm Glad We've Met."

She Took Me To Her Casa

I Didn't Know If I Would Last

But She Said, "It's All So Easy."

And Just Like The Long Zambezi

I Washed Onto Her Shores

And I Almost Could've Swore

She Said, "Look Here I Must Confess,

You Fuck Like Herman Hesse Writes."

But I'm Not Really Sure

I Was Half Out The Door

And I Never Did Go Back

'Cause Just Like Fleetwood Mac

We Broke Up Right There And Then

And We're Never Good Again

But Every Once In A While

I Miss Her Bedroom Style

And That Small Beach House Rental

Were We Fucked Transcendentally

I Wish I Knew Her Name

I'd Call Her Up Again

But I Guess That's Just My Pattern

When Something Really Matters

I Just Let It Go

'Cause It's Better Not To Know