Drops of Jupiter...

"Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey
...
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey, hey
...
Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land"

Ever met someone who does that to you?
Well, when you do, and this is what you might want to say,

"Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there"

At least, right now, that's my response.