letra de 2:47, july 18,2011 - mccarthy trenching
i woke up sunday morning, didn’t smell too good
smelled no better monday, don’t know why i would
i didn’t take a shower, but i did a little work
i work for myself, and my boss is a jerk
i work for myself, and my boss is a jerk
i don’t mind monday, it’s the same as every day
except the newspaper’s skinny, and i get a little more mail
but it isn’t the bad news that’s been losing weight
and since your letters quit, it’s all bills to be paid
since you quit writing to me, it’s only bills to be paid
the dishes in the sink ain’t gonna do themselves
if wishes were washers, i’d have dishwashing wealth
the only thing that happens on its own is getting old
i do my own cooking, and the food’s always cold
i do my own cooking, and the food’s always cold
i told you two o’clock, i wish i would’ve said one
i’m at the piano, waiting for you to come
the last time you were on time, time stepped on its own toe
now i hear your knuckles knocking at my door
now i hear your knuckles knocking at my door
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