She held out her hand
Gave me a pocket full of leaves
Then ran, started her car
Her face was all red and lazy (Shit, is she angry?)
Well me, I was just there
My teacup in hand, all hazy
And she sped off in a hot pink Jeep
Down Three Mile Hill
I can hear her screaming
Like la, la de da da
La de da da la de da da da da da
La, la de da da
La de da da la de da da da da da
Oh you're far too cold for me
Oh you're far too cold for me
Oh she's mean, mean like a cat
Late in the night, you might not hear her
And she's dark, dark as a rose
Unlit black, all dim and brooding
I'm not ready
For her bright blue eyes
Crazy as the sky of palm string paradise
So just take your stance outside
Bring it to life and take me home
Oh you're far too cold for me
Oh you're far too cold for me
