When's the next time she will call you up
And tell you to come over
She's been drinking
Dancing and spinning some Fleetwood Mac
On vinyl
She's the girl that you've been longing for
Three years of back and forth
And suddenly
Staring at cracks in her ceiling
Are you happy
Talking till two
Bout writer's block
And Beatles songs
And no thought of how
We get along
And kiss a lot
What if she don't
Like you at all
At least you've got
One perfect night
Of echoes in
Her tile halls
Open your eyes when the sun comes out
And close em cuz you're both worn out
Dream about days
You spent daydreaming about a night
At her place
Talking till two
Bout writer's block
And Beatles songs
And no thought of how
We get along
And kiss a lot
What if she don't
Like you at all
At least you've got
One perfect night
Of echoes in
Her tile halls
Maybe tomorrow
It will be just a fog
Living in my head
Until I recall it
And if you answer the phone
One time a month or at all
Maybe I'll give her a call
To talk about how right we are
Talking till two
Bout writer's block
And Beatles songs
And no thought of how
We get along
And kiss a lot
What if she don't
Like you at all
At least you've got
One perfect night
Of echoes