Skinny Bookish Debutante

I'm quite the literary hermit Think myself erudite; scholastic Pretentious poser oh I know Oh, my darling oh. Oh. Oh. Well by now you really ought to know How very dearly I want to Get scandalously close to you Dearest don't you understand Just where I'd like to put my hands Oh, my love, don't you see? Quite wherein I'd like to be Ah don't you realise It mustn't come as a surprise The way you taunt and tantalise Look yourself in the eyes And tell me that you don't know Oh. I'd burn my books for you my dear I'd burn my books right now and here When I stand in front of you and finish The works of literature diminish In all the annals of poetry Nothing compares to you and me We're the envy of all arts lovers A subject for the Pre-Raphaelite brothers I'd burn my books for you you see For twenty minutes with you in a quiet library Those delightful mutual fumblings When the music was but mumbling I thought I had the one that I couldn't want I was a bookish skinny debutante And it's you that I really want But I want you oh I want you Come now be becoming too Come now don't be circumlocutory My darling, my love, my lovely my lovely A scholarly debutante with books galore Who never looked both ways before Choosing when to cross the road, Wore his blouses undone for the way they flowed And whose hair is always tousled And clothes charmingly frowzled You taught me more than books A little more by your good looks Redefine what it means to pine Relearn what it means to yearn I'd burn my books for you my dear I'd burn my books right now and here When I stand in front of you and finish The works of literature diminish In all the annals of poetry Nothing compares to you and me We're the envy of all arts lovers A subject for the Pre-Raphaelite brothers I'd burn my books for you you see For twenty minutes with you in a quiet library Well, I'll take off my glasses As you preach your masses And I'd close my books For your good looks For just twenty minutes alone with you There's very little i wouldn't do I'd sacrifice my ability to read Make your body my Nicene creed I'd choose to read each contour of you Over all the works I've read anew And I'd trace the lettering on your spine A work literarily sublime Well by now I'd hoped you knew All I want is you is you You're really all I'd ever want I'm your bookish skinny debutante I'm your skinny bookish debutante How very dearly I want to Get scandalously close to you Dearest don't you understand Just where I'd like to put my hands I'd burn my books for you my dear I'd burn my books right now and here When I stand in front of you and finish The works of literature diminish In all the annals of poetry Nothing compares to you and me We're the envy of all arts lovers A subject for the Pre-Raphaelite brothers I'd burn my books for you you see For twenty minutes with you in a quiet library