[Verse 1]
There was a love affair in this building
The kind of love affair
Which every respectable building must keep as a legend

[Verse 2]
Slowly festering through an innocent, "by the way,"
Or, "have you heard?"
He was perfect except for the fact that he was an engineer
And mothers prefer doctors and lawyers

[Verse 3]
Yet despite this imperfection he was clean looking and respectable looking
And you'll never find a mother who doesn't appreciate a natural man

[Verse 4]
So he grew healthy aloe vera plants by the window
Healthy teeth in his mouth
Healthy hair on his head
He grew healthy wavy brown hair on his head
The kind, the kind that babies always go for with sticky little fingers