West Van girl, you are all that isn't fair
Can I brush your hair and whisper East Van things in your ear?
West Van girl, you're a sheltered little gem, from the house of us
And them you a rose from an ugly stem
West Van girl, would you make the drive?
I could make you come if you made me arrive
West Van girl there's a world across the shore
West Van girl, delicate and frail
I will read your skin like braille in your suburban hillside jail
East Van boy you're far too low
It's harder than you know to win instead of show with the world in tow
East Van boy you're far too slow
I'm harder than you know, and between these shores a deadly undertow
West Van girl you are all that isn't fair
Can I brush your hair and whisper East Van things in your ear?