He arrived exactly on time
His smile and his shoes were shined
On the rebound--he was bound to score a little

She was dined, of course, in style
Conversation for a little while
Then he moved in close, cause that's how it's supposed to work

And he played his lucky love song
To a tune to turn the soul
But what he didn't know—was this:

She's a better brown hair with her fist in the air
And she's used to playing the dream
She's a brighter green eye, reads her name in the sky
And she's used to being the runaway
Never going to settle for second place
And she picks her races well—
Never will agree to be In-Between Girl
You didn't listen, if you can't tell

So he called the very next day
Hard-to-get a little, that's okay
He imagined that she sat beside the phone and waited

She was surprised to hear his voice
Didn't think she left him any choice
When she said no way you're wading in a wild river

So he tried his lucky love card
In a game he called "Romance"
But he didn't stand a chance—because:

Wake up and pay attention
The fling is not her thing
And you've been on the road to a lonely life
Re-tune your intentions
Let go of the catch n' play show
True love could be in the prize before your eyes

Didn't listen, if you can't tell

Written by Kelli Caldwell & Gil Reynolds
Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drums: Gil Reynolds