beautiful July Lady.

banjos whistle my favorite tune as July rolls through.
I watch a pretty lady walk away.
you can take all my money,
you can take my soul,
just don't take the sight of her beauty away.
my teeth will bleed and my eyes will cry if you take her.
dinners at the table, and the door is unlocked.
the pretty lady has eyes that tell many stories.
and she has a golden lock.
inside the golden lock is where she hides all the secrets
of yesterday and all your horrors of last night.
So please, don't forget to blow the candle out and
leave my sweet July lady alone.