Lyrics

There's a girl up the stairs Green eyes and lemon hair I wonder if there's something there She keeps her clothes on the floor A padlock on her door It keeps out all of the bad people I wonder if there's something I could wear To make her think that I was all that Late at night she'll pass my door Continue passed my floor I'm hoping for something more There's a park at the end of four street Where she runs and goes to read Behind all the highway sign and underneath all the concrete But I can tell the ways she feels Just by looking Might give her the key to my apartment Hell, I might even offer to pay her rent That'd be alright (OoooOooOooOooOoo, OoooOooOooOooOoo, OoooOooOooOooOoo)