From the recording Springtime Devil

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We hardly even spoke, you had no time to waste
Your pockets must be lined for you to have such taste
I bet that magic potion cost you your last dime
Wearing that cologne should be a wicked crime

You were gone so fast like a cloud of smoke
I didn’t even have a chance to take a toke
But even though you’re always oh-so far
I’d sniff you out easy, wherever you are because

Babe! All I have to cling to
Is that look in your eye when you had me to sing to
Oh babe, your scent of Tobacco Vanilla
And every last dollar you spent