Thursday, 15 March 2012

Big Spoon, Little Spoon

Don't you worry there my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills

Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I want to do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean

Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I

Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else
So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on the shelf

Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, 
You and I



In a perfect world, you'd be my big spoon, I'd be your little spoon, we'd stay in bed Sundays and eat pancakes in bed, then go down to the kitchen in our underwear when we'd run out and make more.

I just don't know if this is a perfect world.

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