Memo to Mrs. Tindle

Dear Mrs. Tindle, please pardon my penmanship
 I have always felt that one should be aware
 Of matters that concern them
 The matters this memo pertains to are the matters of my thoughts
 And the events that have transpired since July the fifth
 It would be a lie to say I've been in possession of my entire mind
 I fear I've left half of it with you between your eyes and your lips
 Or down along the hem of your dress or up to your perfect hips and
 Mrs. Tindle, you look wonderful today
 I cannot even send my faxes without
 Both of my eyes rolling your way
 Your power suit is making me so crazy like nobody's business
 I won't tell our secret
 Whether you stole them or I gave them to you
 The fact remains that my thoughts are with you
 Anyhow, the whole of it has
 Left me fidgeting and twiddling my thumbs,
 Anxious for the next time we can be alone
 Mrs. Tindle, you look wonderful today
 I cannot even send my faxes without
 Both of my eyes rolling your way
 Your power suit is making me so crazy like nobody's business
 I won't tell our secret
 Mrs. Tindle, you look wonderful today
 I wanna see you at the nightclub
 You'll say, "Oh my God, that little boy can play!"
 Don't you wanna be with me?
 Your man will never know
 'Cause I won't tell our secret
 I won't tell our secret