As I hurry down the sidewalk Briefcase in my hands Thoughts of you still fill my mind As the newspapers fill the stands People rushing everywhere I think the world woke up too soon Right now, more than anything I wish I's back in bed with-a you Step into the elevator Press for floor seventeen It's a long way to the top So of you again I dream Doors open, secretary waiting With more paperwork for me to do Right now, more than anything I wish I's back in bed with-a you, with you Phone's ringin', typewriter's singin' No I wasn't ready for this I think back to the AM When my arms were full of bliss Here comes my boss I know just what he's up to Right now, more than anything I wish I was back in bed with you (solo) Only twenty-two more minutes 'Til five o'clock rolls around I'll roll my office back into my briefcase And I'll head back through my town I won't notice all the traffic Be whistlin' my favorite tune For in just a little while I'll reach home and I'll Crawl back into bed with you With you, you With you Back in bed with you