She wakes in the morning
8 o'clock is what she tells
Outside is rainning and she rathers goes to hell
But he, he's still at sleep
Her eyes on the book
And his eyes is closed for good
His rolling side to side while she's reading another book
But het, he's still at sleep
It is half past two and he's still in bed
No one knows what he does after that
But one thing I know for sure
He's dreaming 'bout het
Dreaming 'bout her
Dreaming 'bout her
