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
