The Librarian - Hefner

He started to woo her in the most peculiar way

The librarian’s dress was a fawner shade of grey

The books he was to borrow he would surely never read

They had an intellectual calibre he hoped that she would see

He planned to take her home to bed some day

He’d smooth her goosebumped skin while she lay

But the unspoken thing they both knew

Whilst he’d dream of her often

She would forget in just ten minutes

Her beauty has not truly been seen until her beauty’s been seen by his tired

eyes

Her tears have not truly been dried until her tears have been dried on his

tired shirtsleeves

He’s beginning to irritate so she made him go away

The smallest cruellest insult she ignored his subtle ways

The deathly silence let him know his efforts were in vain

Did the words ever exist, and if so, could he find them?

He planned to take her home to bed some day

He’d smooth her goosebumped skin while she lay

But the unspoken thing they both knew

Whilst he’d dream of her often

She would forget in just ten minutes

Her beauty has not truly been seen until her beauty’s been seen by his tired

eyes

Her tears have not truly been dried until her tears have been dried on his

tired shirtsleeves

Her body has not truly been stripped until her clothes have been ripped by his

nailbitten fingers

Her beauty has not truly been seen until her beauty’s been seen by his tired

eyes

And oh, all the loneliest of nights, when he never held her tight,

he will never kiss her eyelids (x4)