Nothing too good … wrote it during lunch break at work. boy it pays to sit alone and eat peanut butter sandwiches at my desk!!!
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry! I didn’t mean what I said when I said what I said.
Don’t you know you can’t trust a guy who’s fresh out of bed?
It was cruel and unusual, and it shouldn’t be usable.
But I said it
And regret it
And dread it
When it comes time for our next fight inevit.
If you could just forget the past hour,
And make your face un-sour?
Please? Don’t you have it in your power?
Well what about that time that you –
I shouldn’t walk down that road (it’s not right to do).
I made a mistake, a great mistake,
A groggy-eyed, slow-headed, sleep-filled mistake.
Haven’t you ever made a mistake?
But this isn’t about you it’s all about me –
And how I can make it up to you, my lovely,
My dovely, my all-around shmoopsy-woopsy-wovely.
What’s that? I didn’t make a sound? Not a word, not a peep?
I was still dreaming and whatever I said was said in my sleep?
Well … I’m feeling not quite like a sheep,
And I kinda wish
I hadn’t dished that dish.
Now you’re wondering what was said in my sleep,
And get real, sugar, because you won’t get a peep,
I’m as pure, clean, and innocent as a sheep.
But sometimes I act a bit sheepish.
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