Every time that I see ya, A lightening bolt fills the room, The underbelly of Paris, She sings her favorite tune, She’ll drink you under the table, She’ll show you a trick or two, But every time that I left her,I missed the things she would do She was the one for me, She opened my eyes to see, She was the one for me, Well alright It was a cold September, Before the Indian summer, That’s the thing I remember, When she gave me her number, Went from station to station, On a train ‚cross the nation Then the rain of November, That’s the time that we ended, She was the one for me,