Write About Love

I know a spell

That would make you well

Write about love

It could be in any tense

But it must make sense

I know a trick

Forget that you are sick

Write about love

It could be in any form

Hand it to me in the morning

I hate my job, I’m working way too much

Every day I’m stuck in an office

At one o’clock, I take my lunch up on the roof (Up on the roof)

The city’s right below, I write about a man

He’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 girls move from thrill to thrill on the tightrope walk

(On the tightrope walk)

I hate my job, I’m working way too much

Every day I’m stuck in an office

At one o’clock, I take my lunch up on the roof (Up on the roof)

The city’s right below, I write about a man

He’s intellectual and he’s hot, but he understands

I know a way (So you know the way)

Get on your skinny knees and pray (Maybe not today)

You’ve got to see the dream through the windows

And the trees of your living room (Of your living room)

You’ve got to see the dream through the windows

And the trees of your living room