I tried to talk to you last night.
The only problem was I was flying my kite.
I tried so hard, fought with all my will, but this is the height of my social skills.
Your blue eyes lead me through the night
your blonde hair is my source of light. After tonight, it won’t be the same:
you won’t even remember my name. You say we’re through but all I want to do
is spend another night here with you. The battle’s over you have won,
and I won’t repent for what I’ve done. But I must admit, you’ve got what I need ,
and girls like you are a dying breed.