In the middle of an otherwise perfect early afternoon   There’s a stained glass sun streak shining through into my room   I take a look at the clock, I fumble round for a sock   I’ll mosey down the block      And I will see Melinda, as I’m making round the bend   She always treats me like a little more than a friend   Like a little more than a friend   She picks me up and puts me down again      She’s always ready with a chuckle and a tilted head   Melinda sings to me the praises of an unmade bed   Hey I’m a little undone, take a seat in the sun   It’s all in good clean fun      She sees me hiding my delight that she won’t tell me when   She always treats me like a little more than a friend   Like a little more than a friend   She picks me up and puts me down      And tips over   Lets me almost get to know her   Anything she does   I’m in and out of love      Hey what’s the matter with that   You should be tipping your hat   But look, you’re standing flat, when I      I see Melinda as I’m making round the bend   She always treats me like a little more than a friend   Like a little more than a friend   She picks me up and puts me down again…