She has got Her own place that she recently bought.
As for me: Iím renting a couch from some widow.
All my time All the time that I have (or have not)
íCross the street I keep staring at her from my window.
She has got An apartment thatís cheerfully lit.
And last night Her concierge in the bar spilled the basics:
That sheís got Two male friends in the Broadway elite
And some guy Who apparently works in forensics.
I confess: She will be very hard to impress.
What Iíve learned Made me feel both uncertain and cranky:
That her dad Runs a unit in the IRS,
And her brother Plays second base for the Yankees.
I will say That the Yankees I watch every day.
I will say That her brother can surely throw!
I will say That my taxes I frequently pay.
And by the way: Iíve been cast for that CSI show.
She has got Marble sills, where geraniums sit.
And I swear Iíd do anything just to impress her!
But I got... what? In my window I ainít got shit,
Only dust, only inches of dust on the dresser.
But what the hell? Iím bound to get lucky one day!
Even though In this world it is very unlikely.
Iíll shape up And the sweepstakes this year Iíll play,
And Iíll win! And then sheíll have no choice but to like me...