Haley stands like a warm ray of sunshine Outside the West Oakland club on a cold night Two lips of blood red and eyes like a wildfire Burning like a signal through the night
She bats her eyes while she's lighting up a cigarette Like some aristocratic socialite
She's the one who gets underneath your skin She'll bury deep inside of your mind She'll wait for the right time to take you by the hand You'll fall in love all over again
Haley stands in the glow of the streetlight Stiletto heels and a smile that could stop time And when she talks it's like music to my ears A perfect melody in perfect time
She bats her eyes while she's lighting up a cigarette A debutante out on a Friday night
She keeps my head spinning around again Running circles round and round again
Oh Haley, she's the one that makes you feel so fine Until you're left holding a postcard stamped in time.
