Tuesday, June 27, 2006

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss her most of all


Oh bacon, why did you have to go and raise my cholesterol and mess things up for us?

Why couldn't things just have stayed the way they were?

Why, bacon?

Why?