My heart caught fire, it burns, yes, it keeps burning
Hope is the bread of my heart, it hopes, yes, it keeps hoping
Her white chubby hands, polished fingernails
Where should he hide these calloused palms of his hand
Her car was brought into our garage yesterday for service
I was struck as soon as i saw her and began loving
A long skirt covering her legs, wavy hair
The boss called out to me at a distance, "Son, bring the tools"
I'd read something like this in a novel
It was an expensive book with a glossy hard cover
Whatever or however happened, a young girl fell in love
With an apprentice mechanic in a similar situation
I said to the boss "let me not wear overalls today"
I combed my hair in my hazy mirror
She'd come back today to take her car
Maybe to make the dream in that novel true
Time stopped, the earth stopped as she entered the door
I just stood staring without taking my eyes off from her
I opened the door of the car so that she gets on
Her crescent eyebrows were raised and asked "Who's this bum?"
She drove away with her car i was covered in her exhaust fumes
Teardrops like buds in my eyes, i stood upright slowly
The boss came, slapped my back, and said "forget the novels"
"You're a worker, stay as a worker," he said, "wear your overalls"