"He wasn't the sort of man whose pocket you would try to pick unless you had a lot of confidence in your fingers"

She was so young and full of energy
I told her to climb in through my window

We had a clubhouse next to my place
They wanted to throw a show

I biked until my back tire turned white and flat
Then I was skating on all four

I knew she liked me

But it seemed like eye contact
Was all I could give her