copper.

she wears a copper jacket as she waltzes through the door.
i never thought that copper could look so good. she looks so fine.
i see her coming, walking closer.
i see the corners turn up on her mouth.
they curl up towards the mountain.
those jagged peaks, those suction-cup eyes.
she takes off her copper jacket, ready to go.
oh my, that girl is heavy as lead.
she got the look to knock me dead.
she comes flying off the cuff.
i still know that woman got me.
come over and let me see.