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
The city's right below
I'll write about man
He's intelletual and
he's hot
but he understands
The seconds move on
if you watch the clock
and the sky grows
dark
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
The city's right below
I'll write about a man
He's intellectual and
he's hot
but be understands
I know the way
So you know the way
Get on your skinny
knees and pray
Maybe not today
You're 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