Like Mist on Mr. Cohen
Drops of mercury on the angel's holy hearse
Sallys in the kitchen
And she's digging through her purse
Some powder for her nose, man
Some for her cheeks
Everybody's talking but nobody speaks
She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening
Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen
A Swiss wristwatch and switchblade in her bra-strap
Nobody gonna talk, talk, talk
Talk to her like that
If you know what's best you'll be leavin' on her good side
If you know what's best
Boy you best keep those shoes tied
She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening
Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen
Deathly wit and an espionage kit
Just like William Burroughs
She's got candy in her pocket
She'll tie you to the chair like some big bad prophet
Picking up your pieces
And puts 'em in her pocket
And when you think your wise she distributes the gossip
Tells you no, no, no, no lies
Here's her alibi
She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening
Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen
Down into the dungeon, up into the heat
She's scoring some reds
For a man she's yet to meet
As snakes whisper poems that always start with 'S'
They end in 'Y' and leave you second guessin'
She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening
Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen
Deathly wit and an espionage kit
Just like William Burroughs
She's got candy in her pocket
Sallys in the kitchen
And she's digging through her purse
Some powder for her nose, man
Some for her cheeks
Everybody's talking but nobody speaks
She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening
Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen
A Swiss wristwatch and switchblade in her bra-strap
Nobody gonna talk, talk, talk
Talk to her like that
If you know what's best you'll be leavin' on her good side
If you know what's best
Boy you best keep those shoes tied
She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening
Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen
Deathly wit and an espionage kit
Just like William Burroughs
She's got candy in her pocket
She'll tie you to the chair like some big bad prophet
Picking up your pieces
And puts 'em in her pocket
And when you think your wise she distributes the gossip
Tells you no, no, no, no lies
Here's her alibi
She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening
Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen
Down into the dungeon, up into the heat
She's scoring some reds
For a man she's yet to meet
As snakes whisper poems that always start with 'S'
They end in 'Y' and leave you second guessin'
She's a sequin, sparkles in the evening
Leaves no trace like mist on Mr. Cohen
Deathly wit and an espionage kit
Just like William Burroughs
She's got candy in her pocket
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Writer(s): E.s Peters
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