There was a love affair in this building
The kind of love affair which every respectable building must keep as a legend
Slowly festering through an innocent "by the way" or "have you heard"
He was perfect except for the fact that he was an engineer
And mothers prefer doctors and lawyers

Yet despite this imperfection
He was clean-looking and respectable-looking and you'll never find a mother
Who doesn't appreciate a natural man
So he grew healthy aloe vera plants by the window
Healthy teeth in his mouth
Healthy hair on his head

Oh, he grew healthy wavy brown hair on his head
The kind, the kind that babies always go for
With sticky little fingers