I first saw you
You had on blue jeans
Your eyes couldn t hide
Anything
I saw you leaving, oh
I saw you staring out in space
I next saw you
You was at the party
Thought you was a dream
Oh so flirty
I came against
Didn t say excuse
Knew what I was doing
We looked very fine
Cause we were leaving
Like Saint Joan
Doing a cool jerk
Oh, I want you
Like a Kanga-Roo
