Its a hazy kind of Sunday
I've got my plaid, mixed patterns on
Listening and crooning to
The vibrations
Of another woman's anthem.

I'm riding the wave
And crashing down in places
But I keep it level
I keep it level
I keep the level.

We kissed so good
Feel like we could might maybe
Be so good
Wanna say baby
Haven't thought or said baby
Won't you
Won't you
You wanna be good.

Its time for responsibility
Just about
The arm of my plastic cat
From the store in Uptown
Bends back and forward
Bends back and forward.

I dance along the lines
And outside of them all at once
Picking up a grounded
Speed
And striving to love
And value myself
Throughout the hum
Of the life
I build
With my own two hands.