Lora
I don’t really know ya
But I think I might adore ya
’Cause I stumbled upon
Your diary
I hope that you don’t mind me
Reading all your writing
I could not put it down
Just writing to say
Please tell me your name
Even though I already know
I won’t have to act like I don’t
Lora
I’d like to get to know ya
Maybe I could phone ya
If that would be all right?
Dialing
I’m so nervous I can hear my teeth
Banging out a marching beat
In perfect 4/4 time
Just calling to say
Let’s meet up someday
Then maybe you will think I’m kinda cool
Or at least not completely insane
Lora
Maybe someday I could hold ya
On a beach in California
Even though I can’t swim
Driving
Down the coast to catch a cool breeze
Sorry ’bout the broken AC
Still need to get that fixed
Nothing much to say
This smile hurts my face
We’d spend the day
And count the freckles on your face
Read our books and make bad jokes
About poor Andy in the woods
If you just tell me your name is
Lora
I already know, but
Just tell me your name is Lora