So she washed her cut in the sink
And picked up an ulcer along the way
Down to the bay, where I did stayI was nineteen
And so were we to be beating twentyWithout her clothes
She looked like a leper in the snow
I left her in the snow without her clothesMy movements were slow
Long, she didn't even know
What she was taking awayWe didn't talk much
Oh, it must have shown
She must have knownThe next day, she never called me again
The day after that, she gave me a call
She was all drunk
Her words came slow
Oh, I didn't even know what I had
I'm taking away
