Walk across the courtyard
Towards the library
I can hear the insects buzz on the leaves, 'neath my feet
Ramble up the stairwell
To the hall of books
Since we got the interweb these hardly get used
Duck into the men's room
Combing through 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 hair
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 through the bookcase
Imagining a scene
You and I had dinner, spending time when you sleep
And what then would I say to you
Lying there in bed
These words were the kiss I would play 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 great
And everything'd be good
If everybody gave
Like everybody could
Sweetest little bookworm
Hidden underneath
Is the sexiest librarian
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
Simple little beauty
Heaven in your breath
Simplest of pleasures
The world at its best
