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