First Wednesday morning, I saw her there
Smiling at me with her blue eyes and curly hair
I couldn't wait 'til next week to make the stop
See her at the QuickChek paper drop
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Every Wednesday, we'd count the papers
We'd have a laugh at the people in their suits
No one seemed to notice how she was different, but I did, and I knew
Yeah, I knew
Oh, I knew
Yeah, I knew
Another Wednesday came, and it seemed it was right
So I wrote her a note that I hoped she would like
"Dear Kiah, would you like to go with me to the boardwalk? What fun it will be
We'll eat cotton candy, and we'll get french fries with vinegar
And get a plate of funnel cake, then we'll go on the Zipper
Look out on the ocean and puke it all up
All the people will scream
We can have a laugh, we can have a laugh, what do you say?
We can have a laugh, what do you say?
What do you say? What do you say?"
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That's what it said in the note
Another week went by and she never called
Another week came and she wished she had
She just broke up with her fiancé
Things were kinda crazy with her, I said I understood
Things were kinda crazy with her, but I said that I understood
Another week went by and she never called
But I thought about the way she looked at me
And I said to myself, "Maybe"
I pulled into the QuickChek at 6 a.m. to see the sun coming up
When I walked in, Kiah wasn't there
The manager said, "She quit, she isn't here
Do you want me to help you count the papers?
Do you want me to help you?"