I heard him yell something It shouldn't be this bad He's spitting as he says "Hi" I catch fire So fortunate for you You were free to choose That's not enough to keep me from yelling
She shivers at her desk As he yells "12 PM" But no one's running late They're all airheads Cause he is on the move And these virgins talk about groove And make it sound so credible
Oh tonight's suffused with love
Don't spend all your time It's only hit and run Why spend all your time making someone else's dream?
You always meet these girls Penetrating eyes And tentatively I require names But he is on their minds Young, lost occupied time vanishes, unfortunately
Can I have learned eyes? I knew you'd hesitate I pictured this "unfortunately, no We haven't got the time for he is in our minds" Just about enough to keep me on the outside
Is tonight suffused with love?
Don't spend all your time It's only hit and run Why spend all your time making someone else's dream?