Between the stupefaction of people living amidst garbage, to cheesiness of D-listers and has-beens doing the foxtrot, I've vegetated myself into a blue funk.
Thank god for good music to perk me up.
Closed my door, forgot my key, missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
Burnt my toast and lost your number, cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
Had a chat and left my hat, ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you
I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?
It will pass.
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