Everyday at noon my lady goes out to lunch
One day she will be mine, don't ask, I just have a hunch
I sit in my window like a doggie and drool
The weathers gotten warmer and her outfits so cruel
She has legs like a fountain that flow down from her skirt
I'd undo with my teeth every button on her silky white shirt
Her hair flows long and brown with the slightest little curl
I'd walk up to her and talk but on her shoes I would hurl
Her mouth open an inch her eyes squint in light of the sun
If she were mine I'd open those eyes and show her some fun
Wind pressed her shirt tight up against her breast
It would only cheapen her existance if I told you the rest
Sure enough though, here comes her man, a bum fo shizzy
The way he looks at her, its empty, when I see her I get dizzy
Forehead hits the window as I get stuck in a daze
She disappears around the corner in the lovely sun rays
Until tomorrow my queen, when you go out for lunch
I'll be here, watching you, and then sigh, shoulders hunch
One of these days I will walk out there, before her man shows
I will ask her if she realizes that her smile so radiantly glows
Then before her guy can get there to intercept my display
I will say things that leave her speechless, with nothing to say
Then I will ask her, is it you that only he can adore?
Because if I were hers and she were mine our spirits would soar...