Walk from her driveway to the door The porch lights off like she forgot it Her windows open her curtains drawn Make her go out of her way And for what, well for me ovcourse Please less more sixteen candles And more touch me in this room Roses please on my dining table Kisses please for our broken ego My diary is full And I didn't even make a comment She did as the ocean for ink Before she finished it ran dry as she called for more And yet again her pen ran dry To write me messages in my diary