Karen by Night

Karen, she's my boss at the shoe store We sell to the rich on Madison Avenue I come in late from Brooklyn on the F train Karen says "honey, make this your last time" But we like her, she's firm but approachable Dresses in style, pretty conservative We ask her, "hey, come out with us after work" Karen she always declines And we talk about Karen by night We imagine she must lead a very dull life With just a cat and a book by her side We know her by day but we don't know Karen by night In the stockroom searching for a 9B I overheard Karen whisper on the phone She said, "Meet me at the club There's a shipment coming in And I can't pull this one off alone" Well, I didn't know what to think Was my mind playing tricks? Was there more to this Karen then realized? I had to know so I followed her home I could not believe my eyes And then I saw Karen by night The leather comes out under the moonlight Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike Looking like young Marlon Brando Karen by night Saw her leaning on the bar with a drink in hand And a cigarette dangling from her bright red lips She looked like she was looking for someone Like she was looking for a fight Then a young blonde buck walked in She grabbed him by the collar Kissed him hard on the mouth And slapped him on the cheek Then I thought she spied me in the corner of her eye So I ran outside, but all night all I could think about was Karen by night The next morning, I'm late as usual Karen's there fresh as a daisy She says with a smile, "You look like hell And where were you last night?" Karen by night Imagine she must lead a very dull life With just a cat or a book by her side We know her by day but we don't know Karen by night The leather comes out under the moonlight Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike Looking like Marlon Brando Looking like young Marlon Brando Wish I could be more like Karen by night Looking like young Marlon Brando Not like the old fat Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now Karen by Night