What do I know?
What do you care?
Sittin’ on the ceilin’ and starin’ downstairs,
openin’ the door that doesn’t lead to anywhere,
Could'a would'a should'a but I didn’t so it doesn’t matter;
sittin’ on the ceilin’ summer simmering a-pitter patter.
Sieze a lazy day well that’s a crazy way to haze a lady,
bought a bug a bottle so a beetle wouldn’t burn her baby.
What do I know?
What do you care?
Sittin’ on the ceilin’ and starin’ downstairs,
openin’ the door that doesn’t lead to anywhere,
but…
What do I know?
Would you care for
a spot of sunshine
to go with that glare?
If you need some shades
I brought an extra pair.
And you could'a would'a should'a but you didn’t so what does it matter?
Rainin’ on the ceilin’ beats a rhythm in a bitter batter.
Sieze a lazy day well that’s a hazy to way to say that maybe
beetle bottle’s better bought to woo a baby ladybug,
a beetle bottle’s better bought to woo a baby ladybug.
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Written March 2014.
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