If I look like
A crazy person
Maybe it's because I'm a crazy person
I make my bed every other night
I don't sleep in it half the time
If I could
I would
But I won't
So I don't
I sleep walk through the alley way
I never can seem to remember the day
I wish someone would help me out
My bed flew away so I strapped it down
But I make that shit every other night
I don't sleep good in it half the time
Some people
They get served on a silver platter
Berries and chips
In their pancake batter
Wanna know why
'Cause their dad's a rich guy
And they all make their beds every single night
And they sleep so good from nine to nine
Hey
Won't
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