John Foltz: listen

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

Another song about a woman? Already? Well, this one is that nameless, faceless one that always seems to get away. You know the one - causing accidents on street corners the world over.

Once, twice
Who could look so naughty and be so nice
Trouble in the mean
But down between she’s clean

Sweet heat
It’s like the skin of an April peach
Take it for a ride
But go inside, and she’s clean

She’s my machine
Don’t you know what I mean?

Five-nine
Tequila eyes and a mouth like wine
Drink it from the vine
And suck the lime, she’s clean

Sweet heat
It’s like the skin of an April peach
Take it for a ride
But go inside, and she’s clean

She’s my machine
Don’t you know what I mean?

Once, twice
Who could be so naughty and look so nice
Open up a rose
And down she goes, she’s clean
Drink it from the vine
And suck the lime, she’s clean
Take it for a ride
But go inside, and she’s clean
Trouble in the mean
But down between she’s clean
She’s my machine
Don’t you know what I mean?

Open up a rose
And down she goes, she’s clean