He´s wearing cargo pants and Ray-Bans
He blows through the door
He´s into psychedelia and blues
He´s quoting Clement Greenberg
He´s pacing the floor
Each word comes out as sweet as vermouth

Modernist French painting was never so interesting
I´d like to spend my every night and weekend in Auditorium D

Oh, Howard!
You´re a sight for sore eyes to see
Oh, Howard!
You don´t know what you do to me

I´m never late to lecture
I sit way in the back
And try to keep my hands at my sides
I´m not looking at the paintings
I know that it´s wrong
Cuz I hear he´s got a kid and a wife

But I love it when he says my name
“Charlene, how can I help you today?”
As my words fall down all over the place
But no matter
He makes my heart patter
And I´d have him chatter my whole life away
All through the day…

Oh, I´m thinking this could be bad
After all, you´ve been here just as long as my dad has
But age is but a number, so I´m still gonna say -
What a mind!
What a man!
Howard, marry me today!
Cuz you´re handsomer than George Clooney
You´d never mention your Harvard degree
You like the word bourgeoisie
And you don´t know what you do to me
No, you don´t know what you do to me