As I hurry down the sidewalk
Briefcase in my hands
Thoughts of you still fill my mind
As the newspapers fill the stands
People rushing everywhere
I think the world woke up too soon
Right now, more than anything
I wish I's back in bed with-a you
Step into the elevator
Press for floor seventeen
It's a long way to the top
So of you again I dream
Doors open, secretary waiting
With more paperwork for me to do
Right now, more than anything
I wish I's back in bed with-a you, with you
Phone's ringin', typewriter's singin'
No I wasn't ready for this
I think back to the AM
When my arms were full of bliss
Here comes my boss
I know just what he's up to
Right now, more than anything
I wish I was back in bed with you
(solo)
Only twenty-two more minutes
'Til five o'clock rolls around
I'll roll my office back into my briefcase
And I'll head back through my town
I won't notice all the traffic
Be whistlin' my favorite tune
For in just a little while I'll reach home and I'll
Crawl back into bed with you
With you, you
With you
Back in bed with you
