Who is this woman?
She's walking towards me
She's got high heels on
And a skirt above her knee
She looks me up and down
On her way uptown
Straight brown hair
Blowing in the city air
This ain't no idiom
Cause I'll be her useful idiot
Who is this lady?
She's looking at me
I've got my bolo tie on
I'm gonna strut my thing
She motions come on over
'Yes' my eyes wrote her
Brown laced toe caps
Dirty deeds and naughty acts
This ain't no idiom
Cause I'll be her useful idiot
One thing is for sure
She took my heart from me
Eating out of her hand
I was blind can't you see
She took it when I wasn't looking
Cupid is not joking
Who is this woman?
What is this omen?
This ain't no idiom
Cause I'll be her useful idiot
This ain't no idiom, cause I'll be her useful idiot
This ain't no idiom, cause I'll be her useful idiot
This ain't no idiom, cause I'll be her useful idiot
This ain't no idiom, cause I'll be her useful idiot
