the size of her whole condo now
and he was standing there
near his office
by the windows
in nothing but blue, cut-off jeans
with yellow, sandy hair - a white guy
he'd of been about my age
standing there while she looked at him
from the kitchen - an Armenian girl
looking at him
swaying there, in the middle of
dozens of albums scattered on the floor
smiling there, in the middle of that rock and roll
deciding there, in that loud living room
which one to throw on next
and she swears to me now
that she can still smell the air from the Shah's Iran
