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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