Four times he came by

I did not look

Talked about the reservoir

His thumbs were hooked

On his carpenter's belt

As he squinted in the sun

Smiled wide many times

Think I smiled back once



chorus:

And it's frightening,

Ooh, I didn't expect that from you

It's blinding

Serious are you seriously

I am feeling really stupid now



Last time

On the fly

Work had all been done

Sanding down the ceiling

So it ends up in the rug

We were waiting in the bathroom

'Til he finished up

One short