Richard Thompson - Shaky Nancy

Here she comes and there she goes Nothing on her fingers, nothing on her toes Why she comes nobody knows Here comes shaky Nancy Dont be believing, she melts in your hand Runs with the tide and she shifts with the sand Shell send you a message and turn to stone Shes a hard girl, Nancy One cold morning, ice on the sea Shaky Nancy wont you lean on me Must mean something, how can you lose? Theres nothing choosy or chancy Oh here she comes and there she goes Nothing on her fingers, nothing on her toes Why she comes nobody knows Here comes shaky Nancy