All In a Day

Oh! The child fell on the head, Cracked it open, now it's dead. Who cares, we'll make another set and just as soon are out to get A fev'rish room "to let' Which features a big double bed. And then, another one is dead. But what's it all to us? All we do is ride the bus and care about no hungry fuss like dumbstruck people do. "But hey, they ain't got you" I say and cuddle closer by You look at me and sigh "You sure this ain't a lie?" "Uh-" Teling you it's not I try to cure myself from smiling wry "I'm your's, forever am I thy" I cry but all I get is no reply. Now, that's ok, in some strange way, because you smile at all I say (someone help me to understand women, please!) And so we're waiting for another day And pray the bed is free from fleas. We had it cleaned by flea police, But that's a long way back. However, we're in luck and love. And all along The angel practices it's song, Trying to get less notes wrong And slowly he succeeds in it.