SLEEPY EYE
Sitting in a
chair
Watching the
world spin
Looking for a
place
To put my
thoughts in
She stroked my
hair
It's like matted
fur
Perhaps I can
squeeze them into her
Sleepy eye, I
never could explain why I loved your sleepy eye
And you have got
no style
But perhaps
that's why
I like you the
best
I like you the
best
And when I fell
I landed in the
recovery position
But I never
could admit
To what I once I
admitted
Though I think
that you know
And you have got
no style
But perhaps
that's why
I like you the
best
I like you the
best
Sleepy eye, I
never could explain why I loved your sleepy eye
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