The first wednesday morning i saw her there Smiling at me with her blue eyes and curly hair I couldn't wait 'til next week to make the stop To see her at the quick chek paper drop Every wednesday we'd count the papers We'd have a laugh at the people in their suits No one seemed to notice how she was different But i did and i knew Another wednesday came and it seemed it was right So i wrote her a note that i hoped she would like "dear kiah, would you like to go with me To the boardwalk, what fun it'll be! We'll eat cotton candy and we'll get french fries with vinegar We'll get a plate of funnel cake Then we'll go up on the zipper Look out on the ocean and puke it all up All the people will scream We can have a laugh, what do you say?" That's what it said in the note Another week went by and she never called Another week came and she wished she had She just broke up with her fiancee, and Things were kinda crazy with her I said i understood Another week went by and she never called But i thought about the way she looked at me And i said to myself ... maybe? I pulled in to the quick chek at 6 a.m To see the sun coming up When i walked in, kiah wasn't there The manager said "she quit, she isn't here Do you want me to help you count the papers?"