A Shot From Pops

Laid back But sleep can't come nearly as easy Days don't give quite enough light Nights just won't leave me With the blinding kindness Of a sweet sixteen dreamer's picture show That once again I wished I could get to know Results I thought would be lovely So difficult To study For tests with answers that keep on changing Don't much like the arrangement Complaining Just strokes the perplexity's ego I ain't no kind of hero!! Never thought I'd have to argue this with anyone But.... Then came my son I don't think he knows that he is mine Because he still believes in me.............