We were both standing in your mother's living room Sweating up a storm in that terrible month of June And the sweat rolled down your cheek, and into your mouth I knew this must've been a dream, 'cause your mother would never let me in her house You are the most beautiful widow You are the most beautiful widow You are the most beautiful widow in town ♪ Many years later, the glassy month of December I stood with my hands in my pockets Trying to avoid a shiny wedding portrait Hanging on that old woman's wall 'Cause I knew you'd be wearing a smile That'd be too painful to look upon You are the most beautiful widow I bet you are the most beautiful widow I bet you are the most beautiful widow in town