I met me a girl
called Deja Vu
her folks seemed to know me
and her dog did too

she told me my future
as we lied in bed
she seemed to know the architect
inside my head

dirty blonde curls
and big eyes blue
and a voice that told ya
that she just knew

when she drove my truck
she'd kill the clutch
she used to drive me crazy
with her singing and sutch

she had my number
as far as I could see
but she never gave tips
on the lottery

she hated the future
but spliced we grew
and I made an honest woman
outta Deja Vu