Saw her reading in the back rooms tucked in
Dostoevsky, Fourier
With a latte saw her fountain penning
So I walked the other way
Oh-oh, etc.
This one knows that love is neverending
This one thinks it's all a breeze
This one goes to see the markets pending
This one knows just what you need
Oh-oh, etc.
Sees the city through a two-tap filter
Takes her gourmet with a tag
She'll find the thing she thinks will finally fill her
She'll fly in fast without a drag
Oh-oh, etc.
