The Icerink
in the evening it's dark a quarter past nine a tall blond girl so pretty and fine the icerink so lonely and dark the parking lot so empty need a car to park but the girl get on her skate and start to sway her hair flip in every which way the graceful movement dance around the rink her sweater so fluffy a light shade of pink the ice shine a she skate around she twirl and swirl never fall to the ground the snow fall in her hair so heavy in the parking lot there's a light blue chevy the girl get off the rink to go from this lonely place her cheek be sorosey she's red in the face but she'll nver for get that dark and snowy day on the icerink so big down by the bay