Walk across the courtyard, towards the librarynI can hear the insects buzz and the leaves 'neath my feetnRamble up the stairwell, into the hall of booksnSince we got the interweb these hardly get usednnDuck into the men's room, combing through my hairnWhen god gave us mirrors, he had no ideanLooking for a lesson in the periodicalsnThere I spy you listening to the AM radionnKaren of the Carpenters, singing in the rainnAnother lovely victim of the mirror's evil waynIt's not like you're not trying, with a pencil in your hairnTo defy the beauty the good Lord put in therennSimple little bookworm, buried underneathnIs the sexiest librariannTake off those glasses nAnd let down your hair for mennSo I watch you through the bookcase,imagining a scenenYou and I at dinner, spending time, then to sleepnAnd what then would I say to you, lying there in bed?nThese words, with a kiss, I would plant in your headnnWhat is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite?nMakes us do the opposite of what's right for us?n'Cause everything'd be great and everything'd be goodnIf everybody gave, like everybody couldnnSweetest little bookworm, hidden underneathnIs the sexiest librariannTake off those glasses and let your hair down for menTake off those glasses and let your hair down for mennSimple little beauty, heaven in your breathnThe simplest of pleasures, the world at it's best