She's playing the news on her pianonSomewhat drunken fingers moving a little slownDon't call her on it, she'll just cry a bitnnSaid she liked it with your hand on her shouldernSaid it made her friends seem a little coldernShe likes to think that you're all she's gotnAll she's gotnnShe's got church hymns on her lipsnSmall hands play me Fur ElisenApologizes when she slipsnShe's just damned cute when she drinksnnSwears I'm her best friend in the worldnWants to know if I like this kind of girlnWants me to at least stay the nightnnYou know I've got things to attend tonPlaces to see and people to usenBut I guess I ought to stay if I'm all she's gotnAll she's gotnnShe's got church hymns on her lipsnSmall hands play me Fur ElisenApologizes when she slipsnShe's just damned cute when she drinksnnShe told me that she liked my songsnAnd that she wanted the world to sing alongnShe prayed maybe I wouldn't leavenWish I could change my mind, wish this all could bennShe's got church hymns on her lipsnSmall hands play me Fur ElisenApologizes when she slipsnShe's just damned cute when she drinksn