You and I at dinner, spending time, then to sleep
So I watch you through the bookcase imaging a scene
These words with a kiss I would plant in your head
Sweetest little bookworm hidden underneath is the sexiest librarian

There I spy you listening to the AM radio
Another lovely victim of the mirror's evil way
Ramble up the stairwell into the hall of books
Since we got the inter web these hardly get used

What is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
'Cause everything'd be great and everything'd be good
Simple little bookworm buried underneath is the sexiest librarian
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me

And what then would I say to you lying there in bed?
To defy the beauty the good Lord put in there

When God gave us mirrors He had no idea
Simple little beauty, heaven in your breath

Looking for a lesson in the periodicals
Duck into the men's room, combing through my hair

Makes us do the opposite of what's right for us?
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
Karen of the Carpenters, singing in the rain
It's not like you're not trying with a pencil in your hair
If everybody gave like everybody could
Simplest of pleasures, the world at it's best