I heard him yell something
It shouldn't be this bad
He's spitting as he says "Hi"
I catch fire
So fortunate for you
You were free to choose
That's not enough to keep me from yelling

She shivers at her desk
As he yells "12 PM"
But no one's running late
They're all airheads
Cause he is on the move
And these virgins talk about groove
And make it sound so credible

Oh tonight's suffused with love

Don't spend all your time
It's only hit and run
Why spend all your time
making someone else's dream?

You always meet these girls
Penetrating eyes
And tentatively I require names
But he is on their minds
Young, lost occupied time
vanishes, unfortunately

Can I have learned eyes?
I knew you'd hesitate
I pictured this "unfortunately, no
We haven't got the time
for he is in our minds"
Just about enough to keep me on the outside

Is tonight suffused with love?

Don't spend all your time
It's only hit and run
Why spend all your time
making someone else's dream?