P. J. Day
Today is a Pajama DayI refuse to change my clothes
It really doesn't matter
Cause I'm eating cookie batter
And picking one red rose
To be the center piece for the day
In some insignificant way
I stuck it in my ball of clay
It is the foolest way
To stay engaged
if I should dare
To place a rose-bud in my hair
It really doesn't matter
The former or the latter
For him I do not care
At all.
I've seen the writing
On the proverbial wall
Perhaps I'll ask him "let me be"
With my rose bush and some tea
I think that he will let me be
Free from all entanglements
And from his strange compliments
"You look like Shit" on this fine day
Oh please won't you just let me say
I do not love you any way?
It will not be you
To see me through
I never knew
one gross as you
and even if you tell me, too
and say your love is oh so true
It's so easy to forget
That you were just a little bet
I made with my friend Nanette
Soooooo...Go away
Make sure to stay
Away, away, away today
and forever more.
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