Pretty women out walking with Mitchrocks down my street!
From my window I'm staring while my coffee goes cold.
Look over there (where?).
There, there's a lady that I used to know,
She's married now, or engaged, or something, so I am told.
Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me.
There's something going wrong around here!