The sun may as well rise and glare
I prefer to lie and stare,
loll in bed, I'm gonna prepare
coffee and french toasts a pair
In your room here, we are sheltered well
from the world that makes our lives a hell;
shade from the blinds with sketches vests
the rosy summits of your breasts
The phone may as well ring on but
I'm not going to pick it up;
if luck comes when one doesn't look
I'll work in bed, not like a schnook
In your room here, we are in paradise
the world's moving 'round your bed's skies;
we're going to learn voluptuousness,
luxury, calm and loveliness
Each time life tries to claw at us
for a refuge here we'll rush;
daydreaming helps the hours pass
we'll attend the kissing class
In your room here, we reach infinity
it's the world that is looking wee;
close and lock all of the shutters tight
and we may then resume the night