Memo to Mrs. Tindle

Dear Mrs. Tindle, please pardon my penmanship I have always felt that one should be aware Of matters that concern them The matters this memo pertains to are the matters of my thoughts And the events that have transpired since July the fifth It would be a lie to say I've been in possession of my entire mind I fear I've left half of it with you between your eyes and your lips Or down along the hem of your dress or up to your perfect hips and Mrs. Tindle, you look wonderful today I cannot even send my faxes without Both of my eyes rolling your way Your power suit is making me so crazy like nobody's business I won't tell our secret Whether you stole them or I gave them to you The fact remains that my thoughts are with you Anyhow, the whole of it has Left me fidgeting and twiddling my thumbs, Anxious for the next time we can be alone Mrs. Tindle, you look wonderful today I cannot even send my faxes without Both of my eyes rolling your way Your power suit is making me so crazy like nobody's business I won't tell our secret Mrs. Tindle, you look wonderful today I wanna see you at the nightclub You'll say, "Oh my God, that little boy can play!" Don't you wanna be with me? Your man will never know 'Cause I won't tell our secret I won't tell our secret