oh i do i do i do like you just the same

we have nothing in common

nothing at all

but i'm not thinking about this while i sit on your lap

swinging my feet that don't reach the ground as you teach me accounting

i feel small and secure

enveloped against you on a chair staring at a spreadsheet

you are so mature, i sometimes find you to be too old for me

but you kiss me so sweetly

between explanations of allocations

we have nothing in common

nothing at all

and yet, i like you just the same