They thought and they thought of what they should do
across 300 miles, give or take a few.
Would you, could you follow me?
he asked his friend in Berkeley.
     Follow you down to L.A.?, she said,
     dear Krey, no way José!
     I would not date you here or there.
But would you date me anywhere?
     Well, Arizona might be neat,
     if you wouldn't mind the heat.
They might just need an engineer,
let's try it for about a year.
And then with a bump and a thump on the head,
he couldn't believe that he said what he said.
He asked, do you think you could be my wife,
if I promised to love you for all my life?
     I would and I could, but I think you should beg,
     'cause everyone knows that you broke my leg... *