On the streets of the springs
With short hair and torn jeans
I saw her walking into the video store
I held myself an aisle away
And peered over her shoulder while browsed through the videotapes
My heart lept when she chose angus, the genius, and the sure thing
Forgot to check my own tapes out first
The alarm went off as I followed her through the door
I followed her to Monolith
Though I kept my distance I followed her through the stacks
These were the records she found and she and she held and lingered on
The farmboy, creep, miami then craftwork
Considered the soft boys but odd for her bandwagon left
George was still around then and he said
"have you heard the hit parade record yet?"
Outside next to a parking meter
With a carmengia with no top and stickers that read
"meat is murder" "the connels" "the smiths" and "ministery forever"
Before I could fail to say hello
Or she could even drive off my heart skipped a beat
She met some guy from the ropers
And kissed him
As I looked away