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?