When I´m down I make a call.
Got the number written on the wall.
First it´s busy then I try again.
Oh, who´s she talking to, could it be him?

I got the number and it starts to ring.
I get excited and I start to dream.
I start to fantasize of memory lane.
Then she answers and she says right way.
She says I´m home on my own, home all alone.
So I got off the phone.

(She´s tight.) She´s ahead of her time.
(She´s tight.) She´s one of a kind.
(She´s tight.) She´s a talented girl.
(She´s tight.) She´s got her head down tight.

I have something got to say to you.
Amnesia and my train of thought.
On the tip, tip of my tongue.
I had a vision when I was young.

You floated in, we floated up.
Through the window and down the hall.
I had a smoke and went upstairs.
Turned the door and opened the key. She spoke...
I´m on my own, home all alone.
So I got off the phone.

(She´s tight.) She´s ahead of her time.
(She´s tight.) She´s one of a kind.
(She´s tight.) She´s a talented girl.
(She´s tight.) She´s got her head down tight.

(She´s tight.) She´s giving me the go.
(She´s tight.) She´s giving me the high sign.
(She´s tight.) We´ll turn off the lights.
(She´s tight.) Pull down the shades.
(She´s nice, she´s tight.) Turn on the cam´ra.
(She´s nice, she´s tight.) And getting ready for action.

Turn off the radio.
Turn on the video.