You Can't Do This to Me Anymore

You stepped out of a silver van Driven by a rainbow man You said your name was Mary Anne The coolest plan you had at hand A rose among the garbage cans Looking grand and slightly tanned Your hair was dancing to the jam A February marching band You can’t do this to me Anymore You can’t do this to me Anymore Looking for that saving grace I find you tricky to erase Don’t know what I see in space It might well be a hiding place I can’t stay in I won’t get out Every notion seems to shout Running blind into the chase No chance I will forget your face You can’t do this to me Anymore You can’t do this to me Anymore