Tonight, I do not wish to go and dance,
Or put on heels, or lipstick on my lips,
Short skirts will not suffice, nor shall tight pants,
My PJ's look like heaven wrapped in bliss.
It does seem wrong to be so lizard-like,
When saturday's, party night by my clock,
But now I think it would fulfill me quite,
To drink warm tea whilst watching new Sherlock.
I'll make it chamomile just to nail down,
The last gap of the settling coffin lid
Upon my twenties, I make myself frown,
Trying to figure out where I have hid.
The kettles whistling, so I guess that's that,
I might as well just go and buy a cat.
Or put on heels, or lipstick on my lips,
Short skirts will not suffice, nor shall tight pants,
My PJ's look like heaven wrapped in bliss.
It does seem wrong to be so lizard-like,
When saturday's, party night by my clock,
But now I think it would fulfill me quite,
To drink warm tea whilst watching new Sherlock.
I'll make it chamomile just to nail down,
The last gap of the settling coffin lid
Upon my twenties, I make myself frown,
Trying to figure out where I have hid.
The kettles whistling, so I guess that's that,
I might as well just go and buy a cat.
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