Jail Bait

Miriam Oh Miriam
Made up like a doll
Fixing your hair
As if it will vanish
Without permanent care
You make me feel old

Miriam, Oh Miriam
You are coy to the last
Pure in your mystery
As the bus comes to rest
Moving away from me
So I don't have to ask

Miriam. Oh Miriam
The ride ends for us
Swapping our smiles
As I turn away
Completely beguiled
I step off the bus