She arrived on a Greyhound bus
   And she was young and so lean
   And she smelled like a smalltown church
   But she looked like a queen
  
   And I walked up and asked her name
   And she gave me a stare
   So I said will you marry me
   She just brushed at her hair
  
   She looked hungry and knew I was
   So she ate lunch with me
   Then she held out a greasy hand
   Rubbed the grease on my knee
  
   Maybe she's taken a vow of silence
   Maybe she's from some quiet island
   Or maybe she's scared of big city life, I don't know
   Maybe she's had a difficult life
   Oh c'mon baby just a word
   Just a syllable or two
   Take your pick say a word
   Any word at all will do