You Look So Good
It can't be natural, it can't be sane
The places my mind goes
When you show up at work, Monday
I try to be a good girl, push the pictures aside
Of you and me and one cubicle
Your lips, your eyes, your thighs, my, my, my
You look so good, it hurts
I gently punch in the numbers
Your body's the keys
By mid morning break time
Your the biscuit and I am the tea
I try to be such a good girl
My lipstick all on straight
You and me in one cubicle
It's more than a woman like me can take, hey, hey
You look so good, it hurts
And I wanna touch it
What an apparition
Trick now or true?
Did I hear correctly, sir?
Were you asking me to sit on you?