Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the blue bird as she sleeps, The six o'clock alarm would never ring, But it rings and we rise, wipe the sleep out of our eyes, The shavin' razor's cold and it stings. Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean, To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen? I once thought of you as a white knight on a steed, Now you know how happy we can be, Oh, and our good times started then, With a dollar one to spend, But how much baby do we really need? (Download This Song)
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