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.
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