Silken dress, she's a fortunate song

Her hair is wind-swept, her eyes belong

On a course of saturated songs

And sighs and lies and sighs and...

Hearts beat as we begin

Love making while she tries to pretend

She amasses wealth to her tittilating end

Yet calls me another burned-out friend

Keep me warm and pull me close

Keep me warm and make a toast

For a thousand men on a yesterday's wind

She felt like a poem

She desired the need to find a home

She says her home lies in a pool of dust

She created for "man"

She feels like a poem

She desires the need to find a home

The color of her lipstick

Well, it's the reason

For Americana and all its treasons

But lady can you catch yourself next season

When you start to fall

Keep me warm and pull me close

Keep me warm and make a toast

For a thousand men on a yesterday's wind

Searing heat, sweating back

She calls to her mother as she makes her tracks

For the blood of another man

She says she loves or lusts os loves

Keep me warm and pull me close

Keep me warm and make a toast

For a thousand men on a yesterday's wind

Words by Zam.and Ivo J Shanks