Woke up Sunday morning
Put on my Sunday best,
'Cause I didn't want to go
And look different from the rest.
When the meeting was over
Was among the first to go.
Made a beeline home
Put on some comfy clothes.
Every weekday I work
Must wear a suit and tie
Feels so darn confining
It makes me wanna cry
By the time my shift is over
Tell you goodness knows
Can't wait to get on home
Put on some comfy clothes.
Comfy clothes are great
Doesn't matter what the season.
Just can't quite explain it
There is no rhyme or reason.
But if you feel uptight,
Don't know which way to go,
Things will get a little better
You put on some comfy clothes.
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Poetry form: Lyric
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Up In Smoke
Poetry"Too bad, There is so much, So much more that I would like to do, If only I could make the time, If only I could find my place." Poems by Mark & Benjamin Toney.
