Karen

I just want some affection I just want some affection I don't want no hoochie-coochie mama No back door woman No queen street sexual playing I want a tiger on bended knees With all the kindness of the japanese I just want some affection Wish I heard voices Wish I was a telephone Karen yeah yeah Karen yeah yeah Karen yeah yeah Karen yeah yeah yeah I said yeah, oh Karen I know this girl, This very special girl And she works in a library yeah Standing there, behind the counter Willing to help With all the problems That I encounter Helps me find Hemingway Helps me find Genet Helps me find Brecht Helps me find Chandler Helps me find James Joyce She always makes the right choicel She's no queen She's no angel Just a peasant from the village She's my god, she's my god She's my G.O.D., she's my god, yeah, yeah, She's my G.O.O.D, yeah She's my god now Oh she's my god now, yeah Karen yeah yeah Karen yeah yeah Karen yeah yeah Karen yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah, oh Karen And she stands there, in the library Like a nun in a church does... Like a nun in a church does... She stands there all alone... 'Cos she gives me something that I just can't get now anywhere else 'Cos the girls that I see walking around Yeah the ones I see walking on the street Are so dum dum dum dum dum dum cold 'Cos they must have Eskimo blood in their veins And the one that I want I just can't see I can't see her there I can't see anywhere All right... Karen yeah yeah Karen yeah yeah Karen yeah yeah Karen Karen Karen Karen Karen Karen Karen