Three hole punch, extra long lunch
All the time, so sublime
All of these voicemails
Our love can derail my mid-day stress, I confess

In a world of paperclips and ballpoint pens
You make me feel just like I'm seventeen again

Tax returns and wicked heartburns
A vicious letter, you make it better
When life gets dry, I turn one blind eye
And sip my coffee, you lift the load right off me

In a world of paperclips and ballpoint pens
You make me feel just like I'm seventeen again
I'm staying late 'til God only knows when
You're like an air conditioner in the dragon's den

When the boss comes around, we'll be nowhere to be found
We'll steal away to the parking lot, enjoying what we've got

In a world of paperclips and ballpoint pens
You make me feel just like I'm seventeen again
I'm staying late til God only knows when
You're like an air conditioner in the dragon's den
Paperclips and ballpoint pens
You make me feel just like I'm seventeen again


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