girl, i wanna love you
in the dewey four-hundreds, baby
wanna look up your dress
in the dictionary
girl, i wanna love you
in the dewey nine-hundred-tens, yeah
wanna travel every inch
of your geography
do we do it on the carrels?
do we do it in the stacks?
makin' friction in the fiction
with the spines against your back?
girl, i wanna love you
in the dewey two-hundreds, baby
get you down there on your knees
like when you pray
girl, i wanna love you
in the dewey seven-hundred-ninety-fours
queenie, move and grab my bishop
when you play
do we do it back in reference?
do we do it out at circ?
run my scanner past your barcode
c'mon girl, let's get to work
put a spell on me in the one-thirties
zero tolerance for generalities
girl, do we, do we?
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(Lyrics and music: Smith)