She was sitting inthe back of the Caf'e
A cigarette, in her left hand, fading away.
She wasn't even smoking. She smokes with her right hand,
Which was holding a pen

She seemed to be as fragile as a bird
Focused and concentrating on every word
She had some strength, I assumed from the past.
She's done at last

Laid back, laid back
Leaned on the back of her chair
Smiled to herself
Didn't notice how I stare

She was beautiful, I don't know how
Twiggy and burned out, but just right now
She was so happy with what she wrote
her beauty tied my throat

Laid back, laid back
Leaned on the back of her chair
Smiled to herself
Didn't notice how I stare

Politely called the waitress for the bill
Present seemed to be standing still
I knew she was about to leave this dark caf'e
I saw her pay

She went away