Run to Your Bedroom
Thomas Hughes
The Dylan of your era devotes a poem to you
Which only leaves you embarrassed
And not a moment too soon
Run to your bedroom, take a long breath and come to
This'll all be over soon
Make a chart of the stars and the moon
Your grandma called you a mess and you believed every word
Now, take a poll of the denizens and just ask them what they heard
Run to your bedroom, take a long breath and come to
This'll all be over soon
Make a chart of the stars and the moon
Run to your bеdroom, take a long breath and come to
This'll all bе over soon
Make a chart of the stars and the moon
Make a chart of the stars and the moon