Suzanne

To the tune of "Suzanne" (Leonard Cohen)

Suzanne takes you down to a place by her console
You can hear the theme groups chatting
You can spend the sol beside her
As she paints her pastel timeline
That's why you want to be there
She goes tap-tap on her keyboard
That comes all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no plans to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets her spreadsheet answer
That you've always been a drop-in
And you know that she's a chemist
In a psychedelic blouse
But you think maybe you'll trust her
For she's touched your observation with her mouse.