She's got more hair colors

Than a pile of autmn leaves

And that's not the only trick

She's got up her sleeve

Paints her face with style and grace

Her lips are works or art

She even dyes the color of her heart

 

Once she gave her love to me

And then she took it back

That must have been about the time

It went from red to black

Other girls have longer curls

But what sets her apart

She even dyes the color of her heart

 

She might look like thirty

But she's pushing forty-five

And she owns more cheap jewelery

Than anyone alive

But when she works a min-skirt

That's where the trouble starts

She even dyes the color of her heart

 

But I remember when there was

A time she was true blue

Then she had a change of heart

And tried a different hue

Other girls have longer curls

But what sets her apart

She even dyes the color of her heart