She got me wondering today
When she drove up in her electric blue car
She's got that bumper sticker "Think Blue"
And one from some Albuquerque university

    The diamond on the field's
    Reflecting in her eyes
    No diamond on her finger, no sir
    Much to my surprise

She walks into the elevator
Batting those Dodger blue eyes
She smiles at me and simply says "Floor 3"
I push the button labeled "Opportunity"

    The diamond on the field's
    Reflecting in her eyes
    No diamond on her finger, no sir
    And I'm mesmerized

        We're both riding this elevator
        (Going up, going up)
        Feel like I’m swimming in wine
        I'd better ask sooner than later
        (Batter up, batter up)
        Shortly I’ll run out of time . . .
 
I can't believe my eyes, my ears, my mind
This woman she has vanished in thin air
I slowly leave the elevator
Then laughing at me
With two tickets
She is standing there
 
    We're gonna be at the game
    Gonna cheer, do the wave
    Not a cloud in the skies
    Just the blue in her eyes

She's got Dodger blue eyes
She's got Dodger blue eyes

Written by Scott Wheatley, 
      Sean Wheatley, Dave Herzberg
Scott Wheatley: vocals, guitar, bass
Sean Wheatley: drums

Written by Scott Wheatley, 
      Sean Wheatley, Dave Herzberg
Scott Wheatley: vocals, guitar, bass
Sean Wheatley: drums

She got me wondering today
When she drove up in her electric blue car
She's got that bumper sticker "Think Blue"
And one from some Albuquerque university

    The diamond on the field's
    Reflecting in her eyes
    No diamond on her finger, no sir
    Much to my surprise

She walks into the elevator
Batting those Dodger blue eyes
She smiles at me and simply says "Floor 3"
I push the button labeled "Opportunity"

    The diamond on the field's
    Reflecting in her eyes
    No diamond on her finger, no sir
    And I'm mesmerized

        We're both riding this elevator
        (Going up, going up)
        Feel like I’m swimming in wine
        I'd better ask sooner than later
        (Batter up, batter up)
        Shortly I’ll run out of time . . .
       
 
I can't believe my eyes, my ears, my mind
This woman she has vanished in thin air
I slowly leave the elevator
Then laughing at me
With two tickets
She is standing there
 
    We're gonna be at the game
    Gonna cheer, do the wave
    Not a cloud in the skies
    Just the blue in her eyes

She's got Dodger blue eyes
She's got Dodger blue eyes