I hear that on
a date she'll make you wait
'Cause she thinks it takes an hour to be fashionably late
When sooner comes to later you will love her or you'll hate
her
But I can't imagine any guy would miss a chance to date her
No rice, no dice,
she won't think twice
If she doesn't like the waiter then she won't be nice
I could write myself a letter to persuade my friends I met
her
But I don't think they would fall for it,
I think that they'd know better
They woke up
They spoke up
They broke up on mobile telephones
She don't give
half a chance to other guys
If I had half a nerve I'd probably try
The game's the
same but I'm afraid
'Cause I don't know all the rules and
never really learned to play
I thought that I'd forgot her 'til I
saw her in the water
Then my heart seized and my car keys
went down, down, down
And as she swam
away my mind replayed
All the witty conversation I should have made
So I'll cut her picture from the
front page of the Sunday paper
And attach her to my wall with
a staple or I'll tape her