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?