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?