Angel, the Office Charmer

[Verse] There's a fellow named Angel, quite the dashing gent, In the office, he’s known, for his loves quite frequent. He dreams and schemes, ‘bout each pending romance, But his heart's in chairs, not a single glance. [Verse 2] With a sigh of delight, he imagines their grace, In the swivel and wood, he sees a lover's face. Yet the gossipers snicker, calling him lazy, And over coffee, they whisper, "Isn't he crazy?" [Chorus] Oh, Angel, office charmer, with a heart so grand, In your cubicle kingdom, no one seems to understand. Though your dreams spin on wheels, and your heart takes flight, In a sea of grey desks, you're a beacon of light. [Verse 3] At the water cooler, they murmur "He's rotund," "He’s slow," But Angel just smiles, for they simply don't know. In his world of fabric, and faux leather thrones, He’s a prince of affection, in his make-believe zones. [Bridge] Every lunch break's a date, with his chair affair, As the vending machine hums, he's lost in their glare. His heart is golden, though they think him a misfit, In the kingdom of cubicles, he’s the king of his grit. [Verse 4] Each file he flips, is a love letter in disguise, And the paper clips, are the twinkles in his eyes. Though they call him names and deem him a creep, He's a daydreamer pure, in an office so deep.