We Don't Mind

It was a Tuesday morning, November

I slept at your house the night before

We couldn't wait to get up to go forth

A big breakfast in an old-fashioned diner

A full meal, six coffee refills later

We both have to be at work in an hour

Let's call in sick, I suggest to her

I'll call your boss and tell her that you're under

the weather, you'll call mine, you will tell her

that I am very sick and that you're my mother

So we walk down the street

Looking for a phone booth, we

Rehearse what we're gong to say

So that we can have this day

Away...

We find a phone booth with room for two

I call your boss and I don't speak the truth

They're pretty mad about you but they'll get through

You call my work, in my mother's voice, they believe you

And it starts to rain outside

In the phone booth we hide

It doesn't let up until 5,

squished together we don't mind

we don't mind