She was standing to the left
Well my left, your right
I probably should have left
Yeah, you're right
Still smelling your sillage
From years away
My heart notes still singing
You a blues ballet
But it's just perfume hallucinations
It's just perfume hallucinations
I got one hand on the shifter
And another on the wheel
I got a third hand on your knee
But I don't think that one's real
I don't think that one's
It's just perfume hallucinations
It's just perfume hallucinations