I met her while in France
She rubbed my arm, I rubbed her arm
He sawed her head off with a knife
It snowed there once or twice
Bullets fly across the sky
The path is smooth and tight
I caught one at the bus stop
I said, 'Hey man I've been shot"
I felt the warm blood rolling down
I met her while in France
She rubbed my arm, I rubbed her arm
He sawed her head off with a knife