Write about love
I know a spellThat would make you wellWrite about loveIt can be in any tenseBut it must make sense
I know a trickForget that you are sickWrite about loveIt can be in any formHand it to me in the morning
I hate my jobI’m working way too muchEveryday I’m stuck in an officeAt one o clock I take my lunch up on the roofThe city spread belowI write about a manHe’s intellectual and he’s hot..But he understands
The seconds move on (if you watch the clock)And the sky grows dull (if you’re looking up)But the girl steps from thrill to thrillOn the tightrope walk
I hate my jobI’m working way too muchEveryday I’m stuck in an officeAt one o clock I take my lunch up on the roofThe city spread belowI write about a manHe’s intellectual and he’s hot..But he understands
I know a wayGet on your skinny knees and prayYou’ve got to see the dreams through theWindows and the trees of your living roomYou’ve got to see the dreams through theWindows and the trees of your living room