Playing With Your Hair Before 5 O'Clock

I'll play with your hair
Until you have to go.
I'll try to take care
Of all of your woes.

You can lay on my lap
You can try to sleep
You can burry and wrap
Your head around me.

I like to caress you
I can go on forever
I don't tire, its true
Its a special endeavor.

When our time is through
My eyes want to cry
As we break into two
And must say goodbye.