Bad Bed
Get Out Of That Bed
that's what you said
And I did
And it always worked out
But now, when I say it
You don't know how to play it
You wonder what it's all about
The damn rules are breaking!
It's just not working out between us
the Bed, the rails and all
This Bed is holding us hostage
and claiming to frustrate a fall
Moma, get out of that Bad Bed
The bed that doesn't need you
just start being you
Cuz I'm not so good at it
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