She looked so fair
In the midnight air

As wind blew up her nightie
And we did it every Friday

We did it once, we did it twice
we did it once to often

I broke the main spring in her box
and now shes in her coffin

I still dream about how she made me feel
Friday's were so surreal

I miss the smell of her hair
I miss her beautiful smile

No other woman has made me want
To go the extra mile