She entered through the back bedroom window .
She said she had my key
When I foolishly asked her
"Why you crossexamining me ?"
I dropped out of the University
I got myself a steady job
Working part time on the weekends
It had benefits without the friends
Then I spent the coldest winter
Without any heat or bread
I microwaved Idaho potatoes
They called me "Tater Head"
Now didn't anybody see
Now was there anyone who cared
Sunday was just another Monday
When is a rabbit not a hare ?
Well I found myself another girlfriend
I was sure now of her honesty
I came home from work one evening
To find my microwave wasn't there
Now I could have sat down and cried
But I never had a chair
Just some cushions on the floor
Hot and cold roaches everywhere
Now the future was looking bleak
Winter turned to spring you see
A thunderstorm turned tornadic
Took my apartment away from me
Didn't anybody see
I'm sure that nobody cared
Sunday turned into a Monday
All I said was,"So there" . . . oh , my .
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
She entered through the back bedroom window .
She said she had my key
When I foolishly asked her
"Why you crossexamining me ?"
I dropped out of the University
I got myself a steady job
Working part time on the weekends
It had benefits without the friends
Then I spent the coldest winter
Without any heat or bread
I microwaved Idaho potatoes
They called me "Tater Head"
Now didn't anybody see
Now was there anyone who cared
Sunday was just another Monday
When is a rabbit not a hare ?
Well I found myself another girlfriend
I was sure now of her honesty
I came home from work one evening
To find my microwave wasn't there
Now I could have sat down and cried
But I never had a chair
Just some cushions on the floor
Hot and cold roaches everywhere
Now the future was looking bleak
Winter turned to spring you see
A thunderstorm turned tornadic
Took my apartment away from me
Didn't anybody see
I'm sure that nobody cared
Sunday turned into a Monday
All I said was,"So there" . . . oh , my .
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