She had a stomach every bit as flat as the table that she danced on A tattoo just below the knee She could whistle every tune that I could play for her on the jukebox And then she'd dance for me She was looking for an Irish lover With a twenty dollar bill She asked me to show her the moon I said, of course I will Perhaps I was mistaken, she was cold, but I was taken in by her The way she looked at me She sat by the piano with a shot-glass in her hand, and then she Turned and spoke to me She asked me if I knew old Logan I said, I know him well She asked me to show her the moon I said, of course I will She moved on up on the piano stool Inviting me to sit down on it She said, "I just won this piano in a poker game How'd you like to be the first song I write on it?" I was her Irish lover I had a twenty dollar bill She asked me to show her the moon I said, of course I will [Instrumental] She said I made her smile, she let me stay with her awhile And with my (? Code Michael red I said?) She gave me tea, she gave me breakfast A book about some captain's (?Marmolet?) I was her Irish lover With a twenty dollar bill She asked me to show her the moon I said, of course I will She asked me to show her the moon I said, of course I will She asked me to show her the moon I said, of course I will