Honey, put on your striped collared shirt

your dark sunglasses and your tinted glare

stare out the window of your cavalier

and keep me from swallowing you alive...

knock on the door and tell me I'm pretty

Tell me I'm the only thing you see

Knock on the window

Climb up the drainpipe

Drown me, baby, with ballads and breezes

Put on your polos, I'll handle your briefcase

Run my hands through your gel-slicked hair and watch you go to work

Every day is different with your company at hand

I'll take this any day.

(gel-slicked hair? really?)