At Last Jukebox the Ghost

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[Verse 1]
He was a songwriter writing songs about a girl
She was a ghostwriter, lying to the world
In deep anticipation of the day that she had written
And by her own admission, she'd be picked up, kissed and twirled

He was a fearful boy, watchful of the earth
Worried that it might split apart and he wouldn't even hear it first
He'd be caught in some position like a broken, old physician
And worst of all he feared that it would hurt

[Pre-Chorus]
He's poured his heart out
Is nothin' gonna come of that
So when can he finally say

[Chorus]
At last, at last, at last, at last
Oh, I thought you'd never ask, ohh!

[Verse 2]
Oh, seven hundred letters, she catalogued them all
Dated them and numbered them and then hid them down below
She would always keep 'em, once a year would read them
Each time she'd be thinkin' "Somehow, he must know"