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♫ - The bed is so big with you at your parents'.
♫ The bed is so big now that you've gone away.
♫ My neck stiff with pillows, chin tucked,
♫ and I'm willing.
♫ I'm happy to skip around 'til the right day.
♫ I stare at my stomach and wait.
♫ The kids on TV, they seem so unhappy.
♫ I wonder, divorces they made them this way.
♫ We'll never divorce, not if we don't get married.
♫ I'm happy to skip around 'til the right day.
♫ And my legs find the edges,
♫ calves stretched out and smooth in our king.
♫ And he cat blinks its eyes
♫ in the new world,
♫ and why do I care what you think?
♫ Little cuts, little bruises,
♫ they heal best in clean sheets.
♫ Should I lay down before I leave?
♫ Is that something they'll need?
♫ You say you're coming home in the morning,
♫ and my look says eight years ain't enough
♫ of two elbows complain that I'm snoring,
♫ but I'll wait, but I'll wait.
♫ I stretch my whole body out.
♫ We got rid of the couch,
♫ so you tell me when it's the right day.
So, in the middle of the night, last night,
I woke up and wrote a little song
in my little notebook.
I thought it generic.
I don't think it's gonna go any farther than that.
Just a fun, little diddy.
I hoped you liked it.