Hot water running down my arms
Steam rising to my face, making me warm
Stood in the shower, I sway on my feet
I've just woken up, I'm still asleep
A warm rain of water turns me lobster red
Whilst my body tries to tell me I should be in bed
I pick up the talc, instead of the soap
Breathe in the dust and begin to choke
I brush my teeth with shampoo
Washing my hair with toothpaste
I guess I'll have to face it
It's gonna be one of those days
I get out of the shower, dry myself down
Then pull on my t-shirt, the wrong way around
I slip on my boots, they're on the wrong feet
I fall down the stairs, look for something to eat
The cupboards are empty
The bread has gone off
The milk has turned sour
It's now eight o'clock
I race to work, and I burst through the door
" What are you doing here? Isn't it your day off? "
I race back home, and go straight back to sleep
The alarm clock wakes me with a steady beep.
Thank God it was only a dream!
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