There I was
Drunk on the move
talkin' it up
gettin into my groove

and along they came
four seasons in all
but who I met first
I can't seem to recall

summer was sweet
fall and winter were chill
but not until spring came
did I feel the thrill

we talked for awhile
she told me "wait here"
so that's where I sat
alone with my beer

it's all up to chance now
I can't do a thing
I could just be sitting here
waiting for spring

but shortly I saw her
come in through the door
stepping over a pirate
and "Micheal Phelps" on the floor

she sat with me there
I'd not waited in vain
I hope that this girl
lets me see her again

But a glassy eyed vampire
burst in wearing flip-flops
and said to the crowd
"better split, its the cops!"

and split we all did
had to make wing
now she's gone again
and I'm waiting for spring

days later on campus
I saw her once more
no costume or liquor
feet firm on the floor

we laughed for awhile
but she had to split
I asked all cool
and she gave me her digits

we kicked it again
now I wait for the ring
and once more I find myself
waiting for spring