Lyrics
She wasn’t just one woman
But all, personified
A lover, a mother, a sweetheart
Perfection refined
All at once she was
Twenty and thirty and sixty
Allow me to describe
She was one hell of a woman
One hell of a woman
Just twenty in her face
Serene brown eyes
And a delicious smile promising
Pleasure and a kind
Of kindness
The kind that
Steals your breath away
Yeah she was twenty in her face
And one hell of a woman
What time do you get off,
She measured me up for size
Through narrowing, drowsy eyes
You must get awful lonesome, no?
But you won’t be lonesome long,
No, not with those matinee looks
No those matinee looks
Never stay lonesome for long
A figure of thirty
Mature and compact
But with an early pot-bellied shape
That younger women lack
Her hair was sixty
Like it’s portrayed
In paintings and books
Lustrous and completely gray
She was one hell of a woman
Don’t trust yourself far with this
Swell-looking babe
Don’t trust yourself far with this
Swell-looking babe
With this one hell of a woman
God I just can’t help myself
And her face went cool
God I just can’t help myself
And her voice went cool
It’s like being jerked
From an oven to an ice box
She’s trouble this swell-looking babe
The kind you can’t afford
She’s trouble this swell-looking babe
Trouble
But one hell of woman
A loose-end woman on the make
Wandering aimlessly from place to place
With nothing to do and
All the time in the world
To do it
With nothing to do and
All the time in the world
To do it
And she’ll do it
She was one hell of a woman