Closer to Her
If you tell me who she is
I'll work night and day
And you won't even have to pay me
Okay.
Once a month
If you work
If you slave
If you cry for me
Then I'll give you a clue
Once a month
If you clean
If you haul
If you die for me
Then the clue will be true
Once a month
It could be what she thinks
What she loves
Where she lives
What she drinks
What she hopes
And all you have to do
Is pull the ropes
Closer to her
I'll get you closer to her
You only need to be
My devotee because
I'll tell you where she was born
Or if she plays the French horn
Then you'll be closer
Than you ever was
First clue: She likes dancing.
Dancing!
Closer to her
You're one step closer to her
I'm not afraid to stoop
To scooping poop because
He'll stoop for poop!
You'll learn what perfume she wears
Or what she says in her prayers
And be much closer than I ever was
Mr. Calloway, it's time.
For what?
My clue! About the girl I'm gonna marry.
If you got a clue, you wouldn't get married at all. Back to work!
Days into weeks
Into months into years
Into clue after clue after clue
She likes blue!
Seasons go by in the blink of an eye
But the dream doesn't seem
To come true
Barbecue!
Year after year
With the hope I would hear
Something kind
Something fresh
Something new-
Mr. Calloway, it's been three years!
Kid! There's other fish in the seas!
But I'm already hooked.
Why do you insist on keeping her name a secret?
Secrets are the backbone of society
Everybody ought to have a few
I believe in secrets
And I'll keep mine for awhile
They keep me a success
They make you work for less
But I'm a man of my word. Your girl- she's going to college.
Closer to her
One textbook closer to her
And time is flying by
I've paid his price, I should go
Still, there's one thing I don't know...
Hell. Her name is Sandra Templeton. She goes to Auburn University.
Thank you, Mr. Calloway. Thank you!
Like a cannon ball
Soon to be a human comet above
Like a cannon ball
Circling a constellation of love
Filling up the heavens
Making waters part
Aiming straight for
His beloved's welcoming heart
Boom!
Closer it's true
There's not much more he can do
The years gone by will seem
A kind of dreamy blur
And when at Auburn he lands
He'll do what Fortune demands
When finally closer than closer to-
Oof!
I'll work night and day
And you won't even have to pay me
Okay.
Once a month
If you work
If you slave
If you cry for me
Then I'll give you a clue
Once a month
If you clean
If you haul
If you die for me
Then the clue will be true
Once a month
It could be what she thinks
What she loves
Where she lives
What she drinks
What she hopes
And all you have to do
Is pull the ropes
Closer to her
I'll get you closer to her
You only need to be
My devotee because
I'll tell you where she was born
Or if she plays the French horn
Then you'll be closer
Than you ever was
First clue: She likes dancing.
Dancing!
Closer to her
You're one step closer to her
I'm not afraid to stoop
To scooping poop because
He'll stoop for poop!
You'll learn what perfume she wears
Or what she says in her prayers
And be much closer than I ever was
Mr. Calloway, it's time.
For what?
My clue! About the girl I'm gonna marry.
If you got a clue, you wouldn't get married at all. Back to work!
Days into weeks
Into months into years
Into clue after clue after clue
She likes blue!
Seasons go by in the blink of an eye
But the dream doesn't seem
To come true
Barbecue!
Year after year
With the hope I would hear
Something kind
Something fresh
Something new-
Mr. Calloway, it's been three years!
Kid! There's other fish in the seas!
But I'm already hooked.
Why do you insist on keeping her name a secret?
Secrets are the backbone of society
Everybody ought to have a few
I believe in secrets
And I'll keep mine for awhile
They keep me a success
They make you work for less
But I'm a man of my word. Your girl- she's going to college.
Closer to her
One textbook closer to her
And time is flying by
I've paid his price, I should go
Still, there's one thing I don't know...
Hell. Her name is Sandra Templeton. She goes to Auburn University.
Thank you, Mr. Calloway. Thank you!
Like a cannon ball
Soon to be a human comet above
Like a cannon ball
Circling a constellation of love
Filling up the heavens
Making waters part
Aiming straight for
His beloved's welcoming heart
Boom!
Closer it's true
There's not much more he can do
The years gone by will seem
A kind of dreamy blur
And when at Auburn he lands
He'll do what Fortune demands
When finally closer than closer to-
Oof!
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Writer(s): Andrew Edwin Lippa
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