(a song for music)

I won’t be getting up at seven
I won’t be on the bus at eight
I may not get up till the weekend
Everybody’s gonna have to to wait

I don’t care if the coffee’s brewing
I don’t care that eggs are in the pan
I’m snug and warm and I ain’t moving
Is that so hard to understand?

I won’t get up today
That’s all I’ve got to say
It’s just gonna be that way.

Last night I dreamed myself a city
Where everybody spoke in rhyme
Smelled nice, and everyone was pretty
That’s where I want to spend my time

That’s why I won’t get up today
That’s all I’ve got to say
It’s just gonna be that way

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