Miss James

I read about her in the magazine

The writer painted her in colors of a queen

Other people said bad things instead

So I was curious to check up what I'd read

But askin' around

She couldn't be found

Strange, elusive Miss James

Two weeks later, I was down the Shrine

Saw a pretty girl who would suit me fine

Rushin' around we forgot to trade names

I didn't connect her with the one they called Miss James

I was surprised

When I realized

The two were one and the same

I had the phone company give her number to me

I called her at home, she said she was alone

Would she see me tonight?

Yeah, that was alright