She'd come to San Diego
To get out of the Florida heat
Claimed she didn't like the tan
She got on Vero Beach
She tried to work my crossword
While I tried to work my line
Thought I was getting in good
Before I had a clue what I was getting into
See her riding that moped
In a denim skirt
Hair tied back
She flipped it when she flirt
Hoping to see her in the morning
In my best tee-shirt
Walking through the alley
Off Mission near Seagirt
She moved up on Chalcedony
And I became a jerk
Went up to Lancaster
Looking for steady work
Years have tumbled past
Though it feels like yesterday
When we had a our golden moments
Dancing in a hurricane
Garnet and Everts never stood a chance
As we entertained the neighbors
With our dystopian romance
Those are the days against which
All others are measured
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