it was june or september don t rightly remember first time i laid eyes on you it was june or september seattle or denver first time i laid eyes on you you wore black silky stocking with a seam down the back your dress it was split to your thighs and your hair was a place for a dozen red roses after it smothered your side and you dealt in the card games in smoky saloons mornings you saw the sun rise but as you soon id leave you i d look to your photographs teardrops would swell in your eyes there were three tiny daughters that lived with your mother you only wanted their best but you could not give them the things that you wanted to you only wanted their best it was june or september don t rightly remember first time i laid eyes on you it was june or september seattle or denver first time i laid eyes on you