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I just want some affection |
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I just want some affection |
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I don't want no hoochie-coochie mama |
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No back door woman |
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No queen street sex thing |
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I want a tiger on bended knees |
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With all the kindness of the japanese |
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I just want some affection |
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Wish I heard voices |
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Wish I was a telephone |
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Karen yeah yeah |
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Karen yeah yeah |
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Karen yeah yeah |
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Karen yeah yeah yeah |
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I said yeah, oh Karen |
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I know this girl, |
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This very special girl |
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And she works in a library yeah |
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Standing there, behind the counter |
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Willing to help |
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With all the problems |
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That I encounter |
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Helps me find Hemingway |
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Helps me find Genet |
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Helps me find Brecht |
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Helps me find Chandler |
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Helps me find James Joyce |
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She always makes the right choice |
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She's no queen |
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She's no angel |
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Just a peasant from the village |
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She's my god, she's my god |
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She's my G.O.D., she's my god, yeah, yeah, |
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She's my G.O.O.D, yeah |
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She's my god now |
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Oh she's my god now, yeah |
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Karen yeah yeah |
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Karen yeah yeah |
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Karen yeah yeah |
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Karen yeah yeah yeah |
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Oh yeah, oh Karen |
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And she stands there, in the library |
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Like a nun in a church does... |
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Like a nun in a church does... |
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She stands there all alone... |
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'cos she gives me something that |
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I just can't get now anywhere else |
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'cos the girls that I see walking around |
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Yeah the ones I see walking on the street |
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Are so damn damn damn damn damn damn cold |
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'cos they must have Eskimo blood in their veins |
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And the one that I want |
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I just can't see |
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I can't see her there |
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I can't see anywhere |
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All right... |
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Karen yeah yeah |
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Karen yeah yeah |
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Karen yeah yeah |
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Karen |
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Karen Karen Karen |
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Karen Karen Karen |
