I notice her, she's still around
'cause she's too good not to be found
I feel the urge to make her laugh
So I start acting like a clown
She's a smiling one
You all know she's good
I've been waiting here on the west coast
Hoping that she comes back soon
She's got some proper sex appeal
When you stand close to her you fear
She's feeling good now while I'm drunk
She told her friend I'm her tender punk
She was living a few hundred miles from here
But now she is back to the west coast
I am trying to make it real
When the music's turning loud
I'm still looking for her through the crowd
I stare at her, she dance
Wish I had the guts to ask for a chance
She smiles and drives me mad
I just can't feel my legs no more
I'll do it now, now or never