@ARTIST: Hefner
@SONG:   The Librarian

   He started to woo her in a most peculiar way,
   The Librarians dress was a fawnish shade of grey,
   The books he was to borrow he would surely never read,
   They were of an intellectual calibre, he hoped that she would see.
   He planned to take her home to bed some day,
   Hed smooth her goosebumped skin whilst she lay,
   But the unspoken truth they both knew,
   Whilst hed dream of her often she would forget in just ten minutes.
   Her beauty has not truly been seen til her beautys been seen by his
   tired eyes,
   Her tears have not truly been dried til her tears have been dried on
   his tattered shirt sleeves.
   Her body has not truly been stripped til her clothes have been ripped
   by his nail bitten fingers,
   Her beauty has not truly been seen til her beautys been seen by his
   tired eyes.
   He was beginning to irritate so she made him go away,
   The smallest cruellest insults she ignored his subtle ways.
   The deftly silence let him know his efforts were in vain,
   Did the thoughts ever exist and if so could he find them.
   (and oh, oh the loneliest of nights, he will never hold her tight, he
   will never kiss her eyelids.)