She fell for the man
In the cashmere coat
With the italian sports car
That he drove fast
He took her out
Every weekend
He did the driving
But she bought the gas
She was the envy of all her friends
And all of them would ask
"how did your boy friend
Get such a fine coat
When he never has a wallet in his pocket
No he never carries dough
How'd he get that coat
And how did your boyfriend
Get such a fast car
When he never has calluses on his hands
Never has worked hard
How'd he get that car"
She never answered 'cause she'd never questioned
The man aboput his past
He asked her to marry him
And she said... yes
She had to buy the rings
'cause that boy never carried no cash
On the eve of their wedding
Her curiosity grew
She said "well how did you
Get that fine coat and that fancy car
When I know
You ain't got the brass"
Well, he just put on that cashmere coat
And got in that italian sports car and drove away, fast
Sayin' "don't ever question a man about his past"
She was the envy of all her friends
And some of them still ask
"how did your boy friend
Get such a fine coat
When he never had a wallet in his pocket
No, he never carried dough
How'd he get that coat
And how did your boyfriend
Get such a fast car
When he never had calluses on his hands
Never had worked hard
How'd he get that car"
She never answers so don't ever question
That woman about her past
She fell for the man in the cashmere coat
With the italian sports car
That he drove fast