Longing

Oh I'm in love with that special operator
Who day after day drives our elevator
I've never seen her but I know she's there
Just above my head sitting in her chair
Just that voice maybe a little aloof
From where she sits on that car roof
She never flaps if we block a door
Just repeats her message once more
She's never ever been rude or snapped
Not a single person's ever been trapped
Now I understand she must work shifts
For it's a constant job is driving lifts
But I know when there's a shift change
For the other lasses don't have her range
And I always take her car number three
Just to listen to her who's the girl for me
One of these times I'll get it right
See her as she goes home one night
Can't wait to see her surprise
As I deeply look into her eyes
And maybe drop down on one knee
To pledge my troth to the girl for me
Oh I'm in love with that special operator
Who day after day drives our elevator

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