Grateful Dead

As i was walkin' 'round grosvenor square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air,
From the other direction, she was calling my eye,
It could be an illusion, but i might as well try, might as well try.
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes.
And i knew without askin' she was into the blues.
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls,
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.
In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough,
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.
As i picked up my matches and was closing the door,
I had one of those flashes i'd been there before, been there before.