There was a love affair in this building
The kind of love affair
Which every respectable building must keep as a legend

Slowly festering through an innocent "by the way"
Or "have you heard"
He was perfect except for the fact that he was an engineer

And mothers prefer doctors
And lawyers


Yet despite this imperfection
He was clean-looking and respectable-looking
And you'll never find a mother

Who doesn't appreciate a natural man
So he grew healthy aloe vera plants by the window
Healthy teeth in his mouth

Healthy hair on his head
He grew healthy wavy brown hair on his head
The kind, the kind that babies always go for

With sticky little fingers