she's got inline skates
She’s on the sidewalk giving me the eye.
She’s got inline skates. She’s a honey child.
Made up to look sixteen but she’s twenty-eight.
There was a time when I could hardly wait.
She’s moving back and forth on inline skates.
Back and forth on inline skates.
She looks at me. It’s her that winks.
I look at her. It’s me that blinks.
I see myself getting far away
From the matters at hand on a late summer day.
She’s moving back and forth on inline skates.
Back and forth on inline skates.
She looks into my eyes slow and easy.
I can’t hear her skates because of my breathing.
Where was I going on this fresh spring day?
It seems like now it’s going to be all the way.
She’s moving back and forth on inline skates.
Back and forth on inline skates.
Inline skates roll straight down the line.
Right into this heart of mine.
Doing figure eights, doing two-legged splits.
Doing a series of hits without one miss.
She’s moving back and forth on inline skates.
Back and forth on inline skates.
It feels real early but its getting late.
She’s moving back and forth on inline skates.
Back and forth on inline skates.
Back and forth on inline skates.
She’s got the kind of dress that flares way out.
You don’t have to guess what it’s all about.
She’s moving back and forth on inline skates.
Back and forth on inline skates.
What was it I was going for?
I don’t remember any more.
Me and her and the skates make three.
That’s a suitable amount of complexity.
She’s moving back and forth on inline skates.
Back and forth on inline skates.