She grew up in an Indiana townHad a good-lookin' mama who never was aroundBut she grew up tall and she grew up rightWith them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights, she moved down here at the age of eighteenShe blew the boys away, was more than they'd seenI was introduced and we both started groovin'I said, "I dig you, baby but I got to keep movin' onKeep movin' on"Last dance with Mary JaneOne more time to kill the painI feel summer creepin' inAnd I'm tired of this town againWell, I don't know but