The Tenure Itch

His indiscretions, oh, you don't mind
He says your thoughts need for
But your forms not hard to find
These late night sessions, he's master still
Another lesson leaves you twisting to his will

Every night, he comes and goes again
Every night, he comes and goes again
But very night, he comes and goes again
If it isn't right, it isn't him

He makes corrections, you shut the blinds
You're talking less and less
But the words aren't hard to find
His last suggestion, it makes you ill
Still one more lesson leaves you twisting to his will

Oh, every night, he comes and goes again
Oh, every night, he comes and goes again
But every night, he comes and goes again
If it isn't right, it isn't him
If it isn't right, it isn't him

Oh, every night, he comes and goes again
Oh, every night, he comes and goes again
But every night, he comes and goes again
If it isn't right, it isn't him