Jonathan Dufour

There's this woman that I once knew,

Only spoke to her for an hour or two,

Then she disappeared, out of sight,

Straight up vanished into the night,

In the time that we did speak,

She first told me about her week,

Then she told me about her life,

Told me she was a widowed wife,

She was elegant, she was fine,

Anymore perfect she'd be divine,

Pale white skin, versace dress,

a pearl necklace around her neck,

She was rich and she had class,

A little squemish but tough as brass,

Diamond rings around each finger,

Voice of a nightingale singer.

Pearl necklace, versace dress,

Stelleto heel but her hair was a mess,

She never did give me her name,

But she's my best friend all the same,

Ever since that faithful day,

At that bar I hope and pray,

She'll appear to me in the flesh,

Her and that Versace dress,