Lyrics:

I know a spell
That would you make help
Write about love, it could be in any tense, but it must make sense

I know a trick
Forget that you are sick
Write about love, it could be in any form, hand it to me in the morning

I hate my job, Im working way too much (every day Im stuck in an office)
At one oclock, I take my lunch up on the roof
The citys right below, I write about a man
Hes intellectual and hes hot, but he understands

The seconds move on (if you watch the clock)
And the sky grows dull (if youre looking up)
And the girls move from thrill to thrill on the tightrope walk (on the tightrope walk)

I hate my job, Im working way too much (every day Im stuck in an office)
At one oclock, I take my lunch up on the roof
The citys right below, I write about a man
Hes intellectual and hes hot, but he understands

I know a way (so you know the way)
Get on your skinny knees and pray (Maybe not today)
Youve got to see the dream through the windows and the trees of your living room (of your living room)
Youve got to see the dream through the windows and the trees of your living room