If everybody gave like everybody could
Makes us do the opposite of what's right for us?
It's not like you're not trying with a pencil in your hair
Ramble up the stairwell into the hall of books
Simple little beauty, heaven in your breath
What is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
Sweetest little bookworm hidden underneath is the sexiest librarian
You and I at dinner, spending time, then to sleep
So I watch you through the bookcase imaging a scene
Karen of the Carpenters, singing in the rain
'Cause everything'd be great and everything'd be good
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
To defy the beauty the good Lord put in there
Duck into the men's room, combing through my hair
Simple little bookworm buried underneath is the sexiest librarian
Another lovely victim of the mirror's evil way
And what then would I say to you lying there in bed?
These words with a kiss I would plant in your head
Since we got the inter web these hardly get used
When God gave us mirrors He had no idea
Looking for a lesson in the periodicals
There I spy you listening to the AM radio
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
