Rum, cola, and cigarettes
The girls outside the others don't see
Laugh, like teenagers
When the lights come on
Two words, fishing for love
Paint the night ahead
Young woman, in bright red lips
How's this? she says
How's this? she says
Boyhood mates, all lean in leather
Faces shine, shine in the weather
Riding, across Upolu
Chasing spirits, across the sky
How's this? she says
The little one cries
As she waves from the car
Steering into the night
How's this? she says
How's this? she says
How's this?
How's this?
How's this? she says