Karen
I just want some affection
I just want some affection
I don't want no hoochie-coochie mama
No back door woman
No queen street sex thing
I want a tiger on bended knees
With all the kindness of the japanese

I just want some affection
Wish I heard voices
Wish I was a telephone

Karen yeah yeah
Karen yeah yeah
Karen yeah yeah
Karen yeah yeah yeah
I said yeah, oh Karen

I know this girl
This very special girl
And she works in a library yeah
Standing there, behind the counter
Willing to help
With all the problems
That I encounter
Helps me find Hemingway
Helps me find Genet
Helps me find Brecht
Helps me find Chandler
Helps me find James Joyce
She always makes the right choice

She's no queen
She's no angel
Just a peasant from the village
She's my god, she's my god
She's my G.O.D., she's my god, yeah, yeah
She's my G.O.O.D, yeah
She's my god now
Oh she's my god now, yeah

Karen yeah yeah
Karen yeah yeah
Karen yeah yeah
Karen yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah, oh Karen

And she stands there, in the library
Like a nun in a church does...
Like a nun in a church does...
She stands there all alone...
'cos she gives me something that
I just can't get now anywhere else
'cos the girls that I see walking around
Yeah the ones I see walking on the street
Are so damn damn damn damn damn damn cold
'cos they must have Eskimo blood in their veins
And the one that I want
I just can't see
I can't see her there
I can't see anywhere
All right...

Karen yeah yeah
Karen yeah yeah
Karen yeah yeah
Karen
Karen Karen Karen
Karen Karen Karen