She likes the boy who lives downstairs

She loves the way he combs his hair

And the way he sits out half the night and rocks out

Under the porch light


It's not about his velcro shoes

It's all about the way he moves

So she keeps her window open

And secretly she's hoping

That he'll run away with her


Draw the blinds, close your eyes

Convince yourself that it's alright

Arms around her pillow

She's trying hard to let go of this lonely friday night