Walk across the courtyard towards the library
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I can hear the insects buzz and the leaves 'neath my feet
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Ramble up the stairwell into the hall of books
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Since we got the interweb these hardly get used
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Duck into the men's room, combin' through my hair
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When God gave us mirrors, he had no idea
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Lookin for a lesson in the periodic hall
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There I spy you listenin' to the AM radio
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Karen of the Carpenters singin' in the rain
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Another lovely victim of the mirrors, evil way
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It's not like you're not trying
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With a pencil in your hair
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To defy the beauty the Good Lord put in there
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Simple little bookworm, buried underneath is the sexiest librarian
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Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
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So I watch you through the bookcase
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Imagining a scene
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You and I at dinner spendin' time, then the sleep
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And what then would I say to you, lyin' there in bed?
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These words with a kiss I would plant in your head
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What is it inside our head that makes us do the opposite
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Makes us do the opposite of what's right for us?
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Kuz everything be great
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And everything be good
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Everybody gave like everybody could
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Sweetest little bookworm, hidden underneath is the sexiest librarian
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Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
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Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
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Simple little beauty. Heaven in your breath. Simplest of pleasures the world had its best.
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Librarian
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My Morning Jacket |