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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

Your soft white face 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

Sitting side by side
With a lunch box on her thighs
She won't look at me that way