Crónicas de uma mal empregada #21

I know a spell, that would make you help, Write about love, it could be in any tense, But it must make sense. I know a trick, Forget that you are sick, Write about love, it could be in any form, Hand it to me in the morning. I hate my job, I'm working way too much, Every day I'm stuck in an office. At one o'clock, I take my lunch up on the roof. The city's right below, I'll WRITe ABOUT a man He's intellectual and he's hot but he understands The seconds move on (If you watch the clock) And the sky grows dark (If you're looking up) And the girls move from thrill to thrill On the tightrope walk (On the tightrope walk) I hate my job, I'm working way too much (Every day I'm stuck in an office) At one o'clock, I take my lunch up on the roof The city's right below, I'll WRITe ABOUT a man He's intellectual and he's hot but he understands I know the way (So you know the way) Get on your skinny knees and pray (Maybe not today) You've got to see the dream through the windows And the trees of your living room (Of your living room) You've got to see the dream through the windows And the trees of your living room...

Write about love, Belle And Sebastian