pinball cocaine blues

And just when i'd try to do my best to express it all,
You'd cock your head towards the sliding glass door and ask,
"hey, you wanna play pinball?"

Cause I was your girl.
The one with black hair and sad eyes
And a kind heart and soft hands.

You said, "no, babe, don't pull back on the spring,
You gotta hit it like a man."

And you cupped my hand into a fist.
It's funny -
The things you find you miss.