Differing Touch

Every time she calls I'd like to just ignore her I think she's working both sides It's not my paranoia But I can't cut her loose That girl does the act Like a snake with wings . . . I know this for a fact Refrain: One night she's dark and french One night she's blonde and dutch Every time you near her She has a differing touch She's like a salamander, the way her colors change And you can't understand her, unless you get deranged She be italian and tan She be german and light I've seen her oriental It changes every night Repeat refrain