Play it cool and on time
In the gallery light
Onstage with your crush
Kick it outside in the rain
Clutching our instruments
He says that you sing
And when you do are you an alto?
Do you dance or stare?
Do you see him or what?
One more face I might forget
In the crowd with cigarettes
Why ask for so much?
Oh, jukebox cutie hanging around
Silver necklace in her mouth
Thinking on what song might come next
"Choose a classic", she requests
With an opening act like that
Is the stage set
The action, a script?
I'd be untrue if I sung to you
At all of cruel love
Of conquest with time
But I remember leaning near in a window
Pilsner and clove
The party had thinned
Celebrating someone that we both loved
And getting close
To that song we'd both know
Oh, jukebox cutie playing around
Silver necklace hanging down
Thinking on what song might come next
What's your favorite? What's the best?
Jukebox cutie I'm seeing now
Laughing cross-legged on her couch
I'm thinking on that song
Who am I to refuse a friend?
The no-sound of record needles descending
Who am I to them in the end
If not a special friend, someone to sing with? (Hey)