i'm sorry but goodnight
i can't keep up the fight
that it's taking to win at 3:30 AM
i've run out of coffee and pills.
i'm sorry but goodnight
my eyes are shutting tight
though i yearn just to learn
when you walk in the door
i would french on your navel
and dance on the table
with rapture i surely would reap
if i just wouldn't fall asleep.
©1972 nov 7 r.stevie moore
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