The first Wednesday morning I saw her there
Smiling at me with her blue eyes and curly (pink) hair
I couldn't wait till next week to make the stop
See her at the quick check paper drop.
Every Wednesday we'd count the papers
We'd have a laugh at the people in their suits
No one seemed to notice how she was different
But I did and I knew. Yeah, I knew. I knew. Yeah, I knew
Another Wednesday came it seemed it was right
So I wrote her a note that I hoped she would like
Dear Kiah would you like to go with me
To the boardwalk what fun it will be
We'll eat cotton candy and we'll get french fries with vinegar (it's a jersey shore thing)
We'll get a plate of funnel cake then we'll go up on the zipper (also jersey)
Look out on the (atlantic) ocean and puke it all up
All the people will scream we can have a laugh what do you say?
That's what it said in the note.
Another week went by and she never called
Another week came and she wished she had
She just broke up with her fiancée
Things were kinda crazy with her I said I understood
Things were kinda crazy with her but I said I understood
Another week went by and she never called
But I thought about the way she looked at me
And I said to myself maybe...
I pulled into the quick check at 6am to see the sun coming up
When I walked in Kiah wasn't there.
The manager said she quit she isn't here
Do you want me to help you count the papers? (either the star ledger or the asbury park press, it would be the jersey journal but I think that's a north jersey paper, i used to work in that building)
-the bouncing souls
