Saturday, April 14, 2012
Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she *sleeps*
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and we rise, wipe the sleep out of our eyes
The shavin' razor's cold and it stings
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
I once thought of you as a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy we can be
Oh, and our good times **started then
With a dollar one to spend**
But how much baby do we really need?