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OH, HOWARD! He's wearing cargo pants and Ray-Bans He blows through the door He's into psychedelia and blues He's quoting Clement Greenberg He's pacing the floor Each word comes out as sweet as vermouth Modernist French painting was never so interesting I'd like to spend my every night and weekend in Auditorium D Oh, Howard! You're a sight for sore eyes to see Oh, Howard! You don't know what you do to me I'm never late to lecture I sit way in the back And try to keep my hands at my sides I'm not looking at the paintings I know that it's wrong Cuz I hear he's got a kid and a wife But I love it when he says my name "Charlene, how can I help you today?" Letras de cancionesAs my words fall down all over the place But no matter He makes my heart patter And I'd have him chatter my whole life away All through the day... Oh, I'm thinking this could be bad After all, you've been here just as long as my dad has But age is but a number, so I'm still gonna say - What a mind! What a man! Howard, marry me today! Cuz you're handsomer than George Clooney You'd never mention your Harvard degree You like the word bourgeoisie And you don't know what you do to me No, you don't know what you do to me From Letras Mania