They met outside a coffee shop
The ones that always smell like pot
It was around ten o'clock
The sun already burning hot
Their eyes met
In stoned desire
He need paper
She needed fire
Sparks ignited
Their sticks of light
Queen of fools
And fool alright
Every day she went
Through her morning run
A cigarette a joint
And a shot of rhum
A couple of lines
If she felt down
Not so high
Not so loud
She took her bike
And ran around
Supplying drugs
All over town
It was just an honest job
Till she sold some pot
To an undercover cop
She smelled like Amsterdam
Had Colombian eyes
And she smelled real nice
Had a beautiful smile
Danger in disguise
She smelled like Amsterdam