Let me tell you
You've never seen anything like that library
So many books, so much marble, so quiet
And suddenly all of my confidence
Dribbled away with a pitiful plop
My head was beginning to swim
And my forehead was covered with cold perspiration
I started to reach for a book
And my hand automatically came to a stop
I don't know how long I stood frozen
A victim of panic and mortification
Ooh, how I wanted to flee
When a quiet voice, a gentle voice
Whispered, "Pardon me"
And there was this dear, sweet
Clearly respectable, thickly bespectacled man
Who stood by my side and quietly sad to me
"Ma'm', don't mean to intrude but I was just
Wondering are you need of some help"
I said, "No, yes I am"
The next thing you know I'm sipping hot chocolate
And telling my troubles to Paul whose tender brown eyes
Kept sending compassionate looks
A trip to the library has made a new girl of me
For suddenly I can see, the magic of books
I have to admit in the back of my mind
I was praying he wouldn't get fresh
And all of the while I was wondering
Why an illiterate girl should attract him
Then all of a sudden he said
That I couldn't go wrong with 'The Way Of All Flesh'
Of course it's a novel but I didn't know
Or I certainly wouldn't have smacked him
Well, he gave me a smile that I couldn't resist
And I knew at once how much I liked this optometrist
You know what this dear, sweet
Slightly bespectacled gentlemen said to me next?
He said he could solve this problem of mine
I said, "How?"
He said, if I'd like he'd willingly read to me
Some of his favorite things, I said "When?"
He said "Now"
His novel approach seamed highly suspicious
And possibly dangerous too
I told myself, "Wait, thing, dare you go up to his flat?
What happens if things go wrong
It's obvious he's quite strong"
He read to me all night long, now how about that
It's hard to believe how truly
Domestic and happily hopeful I feel
I picture my Paul there
Reading aloud as I cook
As long as he's there to read
There's quite a good chance indeed
A chance that I'll never need to open a book
Unlike someone else
Someone I dimly recall
I know he'll only have eyes for me
My optometrist Paul
|1||Tonight At Eight|
|2||Where's My Shoe?|
|4||A Trip to the Library|
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