All Young Ladies

I swore I could hear the call
Clear to the end of the mall
She blew like a wrecking ball
RIght through the promenade
She turned 21 that fall
She brought her own alcohol
She shook off all the confetti
And danced on a Chevrolet

Do all young ladies lie?
Our ghosts are damned to walk
These hallways night on night
Do all young ladies lie?
Do all young ladies lie?

A friend of a friend of mine
An Indian summer night
A thin little wind whistled in
On the fenders of minivans from out of state
Blame it on berry vines
In the shade of a stand of pines
Blame it all on the wine skin
She hid in her boot at the gate

Do all young ladies lie?
Our ghosts are damned to walk
These hallways night on night
Do all young ladies lie?
Do all young ladies lie?

Eye-who-who-ahh
Eye-who-who-ahh

It was cider and cinnamon tea
And grass on a golden knee
It was flannel and clean hair
Drying out there in the autumn sun
I swore I could taste the heat
Of a thousand eternities
Mingled with watery beer on her swirling tongue

Hey now
Do all young lovers lie?
Our ghosts are damned to walk
These hallways night on night (night on night)
Do all young lovers lie?
Do all young lovers lie?
Do all young lovers lie?
Do all young lovers lie?
Eye-hay-who-who
Eye-who-who-eye