Driving south to eco
Im hoping to see
My Brazilian crush
Long before
The morning rush

Will I have the courage
To ask for her number
Or maybe I'll wait
A little encumber

I arrive at the window
She is in fact on duty
A huge smile and I'm blinded by beauty

I wonder how
I can commandeer such a cutie
Never before
Have I sounded so fruity

Before I have a chance
She's handed me a note
I wonder to myself
What she may have wrote

Her phone number and a message
Written on some paper
I stare into her eyes,
hoping never to escape her

I leave the window
On cloud 9
I hope one day
I'll make her mine