Sam Bisbee - Cubicle Love Song lyrics

I want to touch you in your cubicle I want to touch you in your space I know it's not your home But since we never get to see our homes anymore Let's not waste any more time I want to take you on a date to the copy room We'll kiss by the fax machine After dinner, drinks at the water cooler Walk hand and hand down the hallway in between All the cubicles and if it goes well, you'll ask me in You'll say, "Sorry it's such a mess," with a grin And you'll turn off your lamp and your fluorescent light And you'll pull me under the desk for the night And when I wake up with a post-it note stuck to my face And the carpet burn taste in my mouth I'll say I want to write a cubicle love song 'cause a Cubicle love song will give us all something to sing along to While we try to get through Work our bosses are told by their bosses To tell us to do to avoid losses and layoffs You know we're all holding out for stock-option payoffs Or at least box seats to the playoffs Retirement is such a long way off What are we so afraid of? Let's get out of here Let's get out of here