I saw you sighing by your window bright,
Touch my heart to be your acolyte
Sip fire-water from the golden cup
Drinks at my bedside, as I'm burning up.

Lady Kerosene, I can see the wreckage now,
Drinking gasoline, you keep on pumpin' it out somehow.

Now I'm at Ashland, baby, far away
I'm just a cinder of a summer's day.
Lady Kerosene, Prometheus' evil daughter;
You know what I mean,
I even asked him for a glass of water.

I always thought it was a gentle notion
I flew across the Atlantic Ocean
Rain is different there across the sea
it hits the Earth a little differently
Windshield wipers keep a steady time
Crosswords among the cliffs of lime
Beyond horizon and the clouds of devotion
Comes sunset's tendons from your crimson sun

Lady Kerosene (repeat 4 times)

Stoop's so fine on a summer's eve
When you sit outside for a short reprieve
Talk to folks as they come and leave
Jono, Jay, and Crazy Steve.

Night is down but it's bright as day
You haven't been around since you went away
Feels so good so that's what you say
Folks say hi, but you say, "Hey."

Well, that old mad dog, he's barking for the blues bone
Orpheus got a black book and a telephone
Plays that lyre 'cause he doesn't want to be alone;
One look back.......

Buy a beer, find a place to stand
Have a couple laughs and hear the band
Smoke a couple of your favorite brand
Wake up with a stamp on the back of your hand.

Don't blame me, it's all been Laraby's gang, now, now.
Don't blame me for the song that the Nightingale sang, now, now.
Don't blame me 'bout the vanishing waif,
Don't blame me if your safe ain't safe, now, now.

Sun comes up, you're still awake.
There's the sky, still as a lake.
Not even that can drown the ache,
Looks so high, it must be fake.

Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout,
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do
She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong
Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong.
Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong
What'cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock 'n' roll
songs?

Other peoples' thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around
You cook so well, all nice and French
You do you brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong...

I hope those cigarettes gonna make you cough
Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off
I take that back I hope your doing fine
And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong....