Looping in a loop the loop.
Front to back to up to down.
Living the same life at every hoop.
Standing at the end, in my evening gown.

Walking on a walking road
Front to back to left to right.
Always guessing what's abroad.
Yet I don't want to see it at night.

Jumping with a jumping rope.
Up to down to back to forth.
Always go up with hope.
Always knowing which way is north.

Sleeping in a sleeping bag.
Side to side and nose to nose.
When our toes are playing tag.
It's how I know I always rose.

Looping in a loop the loop.
The same mistakes, the same excuses.
Is this how low I am to stoop.
Maybe it's just how he amuses.