Lunch Hour Rupert Holmes

She gets an hour for lunch but if it comes to the crunch
She can stretch it if you know what I mean
She meets him at a hotel where they're not known very well
'Cause they never stay beyond 2:15
She does her make-up with care and runs a brush through her hair
Then grabs a cab back up to Third Avenue
And at a quarter to three, her friends say "Oh-my-oh-me
Whatever you just had for lunch agrees with you"

Lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour
How do you find time to eat?
Well, there are so many people on the street
All of them are hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry
Lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour
Gimme a sandwich to go
Well, as long as I can see you, I know
I'll never go hungry

He takes a drive every day
From Brooklyn to JFK
Because he meets a flight at noon from Montreal
And every day he'll await
Outside Air Canada's gate
'Cause she's a stewardess connecting with St. Paul
And when his lady arrives
They run for both of their lives
Out to the Piper Cub Motel that they call home
Then back to Terminal 2
She meets her husband anew
He is the navigator of a flight from Rome