*yawn*
Waking up is so hard to do,
When I sleep, baby, next to you,
You sleep like you always do,
How I wish I can be like you...
In the morning as I force my eyes,
To look up at the blue, clear skies,
You are there, dreaming lullabies,
Sleeping, yes, it's one of your vice...
As I drag my arse off the bed,
You still sleep, honey, isn't that great?
Like there's no problem in your head,
Unlike me, dearie, I dare bet!
Cold, hard water,
Running down the shower ,
Work up a lather,
Shampoo? Don't even bother.
Putting on my office attire,
Feels like my life is a living satire,
Working like a mule cart without any tire,
Back during stone age way before fire!
And there I see you still asleep,
Back in my head I start screaming "You *bleep* *bleep*"!
All my trouble seems to be a-heap,
There you are, still counting sheeps?
...to be continued...
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