Texty: Jeff Buckley. Mystery White Boy. Kangaroo.

When I first saw you
You had on blue jeans
Your eyes couldn't hide anything
I saw you breathing, oh
Saw you staring out in space

When I next saw you
You were at the party
Thought you was a queen
Oh, so flirty
I came against them

Didn't say excuse
Knew what I was doing
We looked very fine
As we were leaving
As we were making
What we were making

Saint John
You were a cool jerk
Oh, I want you
Like a kangaroo