She's got a picture of Jesus in her locket and a faraway look in her eyes
She's always got her hands in my pockets my little Tiorunda surprise
She works forty hours at the airport serving whiskey and apricot pies
She waits on the porters and pilots and listens to all of their lies
I meet her at ten by the station with her make-up and evening disguise
Says Keith Richards is a distant relation my little Tiorunda surprise
Her brother's a drunk and a misfit he steals her cigarettes and beer
She visits her PA in the VA home when she's gone I wish she was here
She gives me a kiss by the hour she laughs when she touches my thighs
She knows yes that she has the power my little Tiorunda surprise
She walks like a china doll cookie she crumbles with grace to the floor
She's tender but cool she's nobody's fool she's got a valentine's stuck on the door
Her brown hair falls down off her shoulder her moon is always on the rise
She's warmer than winter is colder and softer than summer is wise
She's got a picture of Jesus in her locket and a faraway look in her eyes
She's always got her hands in my pockets my little Tiorunda surprise
She lives in a flat off of Harlem she shops at the Thruway Mall
She's all neon and fuzz but I want her because she just does not look back at all
She comes in the hours after midnight she moans when she lies next to me
She talks in her sleep but it's all right she just dreams of a house by the sea
She's got a picture of Jesus in her locket and a faraway look in her eyes
She's always got her hands in my pockets my little Tiorunda surprise
My little Tiorunda surprise, she's my little Tiorunda surprise