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Three hole punch, extra long lunchAll the time, so sublimeAll of these voicemailsOur love can derail my mid-day stress, I confessIn a world of paperclips and ballpoint pensYou make me feel just like I'm seventeen againTax returns and wicked heartburnsA vicious letter, you make it betterWhen life gets dry, I turn one blind eyeAnd sip my coffee, you lift the load right off meIn a world of paperclips and ballpoint pensYou make me feel just like I'm seventeen againI'm staying late 'til God only knows whenYou're like an air conditioner in the dragon's denWhen the boss comes around, we'll be nowhere to be foundWe'll steal away to the parking lot, enjoying what we've gotIn a world of paperclips and ballpoint pensYou make me feel just like I'm seventeen againI'm staying late til God only knows whenYou're like an air conditioner in the dragon's denPaperclips and ballpoint pensYou make me feel just like I'm seventeen again Aus Songtexte Mania