I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two (one,

Give me some of that Baby, you look so good In nothing but my cowboy hat Moonlight through the window, country on the radio Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer Nothing but my cowboy hat When you're dancing around the bedroom We've been out all

Gracious goes the ghost of you And I will never forget the plans and the Silhouettes you drew here and Gracious goes the ghost of you, my dear How would you know? 'Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers With just the memory of your face When