Written by Freddy Weller
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I was lying in a motel room in Shreveport, Louisiana
A pint of Smirnoff vodka by my bed
Thinking that I needed someone there to share it with me
I practiced some old lines that I had said
I walked up to the lounge and sat down by this pretty lady
She smiled at me and I said Howdy ma'am
She said that in the shadows I looked just like Paul McCartney
With a Southern drawl I said that's who I am
We laughed and talked a while and then she said she had to leave
But I sold her on another drink or two
She said she never spent her evenings with a perfect stranger
I said I'm not perfect but I'll have to do
That organ player must have spent his daytimes working funerals
Cause every song he played was kinda dead
I asked her if she'd come to 314 for one last nightcap
Remembering the bottle by my bed
When we got to the room I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven
Cause she was just too pretty to be true
I went and closed the curtains and turned on the television
Oh what a lovely night it turned into
She said she was a lady
And I said I know you are
But it's lonely when you're far away from home
She was just a perfect stranger
Lord I'd have to say she was
The most perfect stranger that I've ever known
Now sometimes when I hold the little girl that calls me daddy
I think back to that Louisiana night
The night the perfect stranger became the perfect lady
And the perfect lady's now the perfect wife
She said she was a lady
And I said I know you are
But it's lonely when you're far away from home
She was just a perfect stranger
Lord I'd have to say she was
The most perfect stranger that I've ever known
The most perfect stranger that I've ever known
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