We were both standing
In your mothers living room
Sweating up a storm in that
Terrible month of june
And the sweat rolled down your cheek
And into your mouth
I knew this mustve been a dream
cos youre mother would never let me in her house
You are the most beautiful widow
You are the most beautiful widow
You are the most beautiful widow in town
Many years later
The glassy month of december
I stood with my hands in my pockets
Trying to avoid
A shiny wedding portrait
Hanging on that old womans wall
cos I knew youd be wearing a smile
Thatd be too painful to look upon
You are the most beautiful widow
I bet you are the most beautiful widow
I bet you are the most beautiful widow in town