She looks at him, checking out his moves
Touches his terry cloth shirt as she walks into the room

Puts her feet on the desk, never did what he told her
She's so much older

And she's so open

He's frosty eyed, she doesn't mean to pry
His face is glowing from his red iguana light

She's so alright, and getting closer
You can hear the sound of bumping teeth in the night

And she's so open

Will film, moving to california someday
She's so cold to his sun baked ways

His favorite film is clear and present danger
And die hard 1, and die hard 2, and die hard 3, and die hard 4