I can trace the smilenWith my fingertipsnHer skin is roughnSo are her lipsnI like to wear her clothesnStuff that she hatesnShe puts on my slippersnAnd whatever she takesnnCan’t read her namenCan’t read at allnShe’s quite the samenShe’s a silver dollnnShe’s got a deal to runnShe’s doing it for funnI’ve got work some place elsenI get everything donenThen she’ll come by to my placenThen we’ll play some gamesnAnd even if I feel okaynI still can’t read her namennBut she never changednHer face was always the samenShe’s a silver dollnPlaying a silver game