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 passed my door
Continued past my floor
I'm hoping for something more

There's a park at the end of the street
Where she runs and goes to read
Beyond the highway signs
And underneath all the concrete

But I can tell the way she feels
Just by looking

Might give her the keys to my appartment
Hell I might even offer to pay the rent

That'll be all right

Hoo-ooo-oo
Hoo-ooo-oo-oo...