All the boys are begging for her,
reaching long to grab her clothes to
pull her in every direction and
throw some game that won't win.
This girl, she's looking at me.
A glance over then down at her drink.
I think she's got the right idea.
I think she's got the right idea.
'You come with me, we should leave,
there's nothing interesting in this joint.
We pull stares from this whole grew
and you act like you never even knew.'
We move out to the street.
It's raining hard-- coming down in sheets.
She takes my hand, pulls hard,
and then we make the dash to her car.
I think she's got the right idea,
I think she's got the right idea,
'We're not going anywhere,'
she says, 'We'll just stay here.'
'You come with me, we won't leave,
I'll show you something interesting.'
Her hair streaked her shirt with rain
and that did something to me.
