She shone up bright like a knife Wearing tennis shorts made of stripes Hand in hand to the grass and we got it right Got it nice, nice, nice Just a glimpse of an ankle and I React like it's 1805 And I'd swim to the poles just to find the right satellite It'll take all of my strength to give up
But you all know I tried So forget about it, girl My head's like a kite When such a creature I sight
To town! Where your feet leave no prints on the ground Have I left my home just to whine in this microphone? It gets worse every time that we talk Can't afford to be just one in a flock But that's your lot When you're after such a well-made lock Who was classically trained to give up