…You don’t know me, anything about me:
Why should I think you’re different; that you’ll care?
You do not look like you belong around here.
Wherever you’ve come from — just go back there.
If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine.
I know we’re diff’rent, but I do not mind.
I’d like to stay and talk to you a bit:
And I will leave if you get tired of it.
So tell me, stranger, just why are you here?
I’m friends with guys in the band, I said I’d come.
So, fantasies about girls with tattoos?
Yeah, I guess I suppose I have had some.
But have you ever had a fantasy
About a guy who’d treat you really well?
There’s no such thing; there are no guys like that.
‘Cept you, I’m sure, you’re just about to tell —
Well, we don’t know. You’d have to take a chance;
Let’s start off simple: let’s just go and dance.
I guess we can do that. So then we’ll see…
That’s all I ask.