I saw her in the waiting room
Waiting for my car
She was sitting across the room
But it didn’t seem to far
She wore a blue shirt and red shoes
She’s the type of girl I make snooze
Needlepoint Girl
Won’t stitch a heart for me, no
Needlepoint Girl
We sat there in silence
She was stitching “Pooh”
There was plenty of time to talk
But that’s not what I do
She wore a blue shirt and red shoes
She’s the type of girl that I lose
Needlepoint Girl
Won’t stitch a heart for me, no
Needlepoint Girl
And I know that if she didn’t drive away
She could share Garden State type adventures with me
But she got up without me
And she got in her Camry
And that’s the last of her that I will ever see
Needlepoint Girl
Won’t stitch a heart for me, no
Needlepoint Girl