Cubicle Love Song

I want to touch you in your cubicle

I want to touch you in your space

I know it's not your home

But since we never get to see our homes anymore

Let's not waste any more time

I want to take you on a date to the copy room

We'll kiss by the fax machine

After dinner, drinks at the water cooler

Walk hand and hand down the hallway in between

All the cubicles and if it goes well, you'll ask me in

You'll say, "Sorry it's such a mess," with a grin

And you'll turn off your lamp and your fluorescent light

And you'll pull me under the desk for the night

And when I wake up with a post-it note stuck to my face

And the carpet burn taste in my mouth

I'll say I want to write a cubicle love song 'cause a

Cubicle love song will give us all something to sing along to

While we try to get through

Work our bosses are told by their bosses

To tell us to do to avoid losses and layoffs

You know we're all holding out for stock-option payoffs

Or at least box seats to the playoffs

Retirement is such a long way off

What are we so afraid of?

Let's get out of here

Let's get out of here