If you've ever seen her livin', then you know that when she dies
you can bet she ain't breathin' 'cause of the way she lies.
She can cry when you're leavin', then laugh when you're gone.
That left-handed woman is right when she's wrong.
That left-handed woman is killin' my soul.
She's easy to handle, but so hard to hold.
She's good when she's lonely, and great when she ain't.
That left-handed woman I love.... and I hate.
She loves bein' warm, and hates bein' cold;
she's proud of bein' pretty, and scared of gettin' old.
She likes bein' looked at in the early-mornin' light.
That left-handed woman is wrong when she's right.