Karen

Sitting side by side with a lunch box on her thighs
She won't look at me that way, she won't talk about her boyfriend
She looks so good it hurts, oh we'll soon be back at work
Cause our lunch breaks nearly over, if only I could hold her
Want to brush that wisp of hair away from her eyes
Want to see her hair untied and hanging just below her ears
Karen, please hurry I have patience of just one man, I need more hints than your giving, kiss my lips and I'll come running
Oh Karen you have healed my heart by laughing at my jokes so hard
Your soft whiteface is dear to me your compliments are chiming in my mind
And maybe tonight after work we could go and drink some vodka
Maybe tonight after work you could lose your inhibitions
Maybe then you'll tell me some stories from your childhood
Stories sweet and funny and stories with a sexual edge
And now I've really lost my head with all these vague assumptions
Now I'm having thoughts that are far too rude to mention
Heaven is in her lips