Now Sal was a girl 
With a fine-toothed comb
That she used to style her hair
And Jack was a man
Who didn’t take note
When she saw him standing there 

He had only eyes 
for a brown-eyed beauty
By the name of Betty Marie
But Sal intercepted 
And let him know
There was something more to see

She lured him with humor
And she wooed him with wit
Till her escort he became
And they walked many nights
And talked real low
Till he called her Betty’s name

Sal was as patient
As she knew how to be
But her mama didn’t raise no fool
He showed his thoughts
And heart besides
So she moved off for school

She married well
And bore her brood
Found work with her degree
And last she knew
He was pining still
For the ghost of Betty Marie.