Itchy Sleepies
She hates her itchy sleepies
And when the night comes she hates his insomnia
She hates even more his paranoia
She doesn't like the litchis
And among all the fruits she doesn't like bananas
She likes even less the rutabagas
She's exhausted from going in circles every night
She is anxious to hear on the news that a boy fell in a fight
She is disgusted to have eaten so much Turkish delight
She's excited by all the coffee she has drunk during the flight
She hates her itchy sleepies
And when the night comes she hates his insomnia
She hates even more his paranoia
She doesn't like the litchis
And among all the fruits she doesn't like bananas
She likes even less the rutabagas
She still wants to live by laughing, hoping, drinking, provoking
She's scared just thinking she's going to have to quit smoking
She is afraid of all the weight she will have to gain again
She does not want to deprive herself of the pints of beer that remain
She hates her itchy sleepies
And when the night comes she hates his insomnia
She hates even more his paranoia
She doesn't like the litchis
And among all the fruits she doesn't like bananas
She likes even less the rutabagas
She hates her itchy sleepies
And when the night comes she hates his insomnia
She hates even more his paranoia
She doesn't like the litchis
And among all the fruits she doesn't like bananas
She likes even less the rutabagas
And when the night comes she hates his insomnia
She hates even more his paranoia
She doesn't like the litchis
And among all the fruits she doesn't like bananas
She likes even less the rutabagas
She's exhausted from going in circles every night
She is anxious to hear on the news that a boy fell in a fight
She is disgusted to have eaten so much Turkish delight
She's excited by all the coffee she has drunk during the flight
She hates her itchy sleepies
And when the night comes she hates his insomnia
She hates even more his paranoia
She doesn't like the litchis
And among all the fruits she doesn't like bananas
She likes even less the rutabagas
She still wants to live by laughing, hoping, drinking, provoking
She's scared just thinking she's going to have to quit smoking
She is afraid of all the weight she will have to gain again
She does not want to deprive herself of the pints of beer that remain
She hates her itchy sleepies
And when the night comes she hates his insomnia
She hates even more his paranoia
She doesn't like the litchis
And among all the fruits she doesn't like bananas
She likes even less the rutabagas
She hates her itchy sleepies
And when the night comes she hates his insomnia
She hates even more his paranoia
She doesn't like the litchis
And among all the fruits she doesn't like bananas
She likes even less the rutabagas
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Writer(s): Jeff Maglia
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