Four times he came by
I did not look
Talked about the reservoir
His thumbs were hooked
On his carpenter's belt
As he squinted in the sun
Smiled wide many times
Think I smiled back once
chorus:
And it's frightening,
Ooh, I didn't expect that from you
It's blinding
Serious are you seriously
I am feeling really stupid now
Last time
On the fly
Work had all been done
Sanding down the ceiling
So it ends up in the rug
We were waiting in the bathroom
'Til he finished up
One short
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