Walk across the courtyard, towards the library I can hear the insects buzz and the leaves 'neath my feet
Ramble up the stairwell, into the hall of books Since we got the interweb these hardly get used
Duck into the men's room combing thru my hair When god gave us mirrors he had no idea
Looking for a lesson in the periodicals There I spy you listening to the AM radio
Karen of the carpenters- singing in the rain Another lovely victim of the mirror's evil way
It's not like you're not trying, with a pencil in your har To defy the beauty the good lord put in there
Simple little bookworm- buried underneath Is the sexiest librarian take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
So I watch you thru the bookcase- imaging a scene: You and I at dinner, spending time, then to sleep
And what then would I say to you- lying there in bed? These words, with a kiss, I would plant in your head:
"what is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite? Makes us do the opposite of what's right for us? Cause everything'd be grrreat and everything'd be good If everybody gave like everybody could"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
