almost real. - Wet Windows Quarter Past Eight

Maybe one day she'll stop and ask my name.
I'll say it clean and easy, nothing to explain.
She'll laugh at the suds, still stuck on my arm,
And we'll walk the dog together,
'Cause that's all the charm.
Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by, walk on by.
Bring that dog back tomorrow, I'll be right here, bae.