ever since ya walked in here –

sounds a little crazy,

but ya were the sweetest gal,

makin like speakers

thumpin in my head.

that’s the stuff,

give a little dance

in those frayed up holey jeans

on this saturday night

leavin jaw droppin moves.

can’t get enough of ya

when i’m lost in your compass.

cause no matter what,

we’re really not that far apart

when i’m throwing words

in her ears,

that she’s sweeter than apple pie.