he stood in the doorway
and yelled up at me
ARE YOU READY TO GO?
it was a quarter to three
I screamed, mind your business
tell me, what is the hurry
no one's having fun
till we're drunk, seeing blurry
remember the time Joel fell off of his chair
well, that never happened, until no one was there
except me and you
because I'm always late
don't tell me you don't like it
if you do, then why do you wait?
**
ARE YOU READY TO GO?
I asked, while he was snuggled up in his chair
you've been reading that book, while I was doing my hair
which isn't much of a task, because I'm wearing a wig
so that I am able to flip it when we do our little jig
besides it goes with the spandex I was planning to wear
though I look like I've hidden a whole a pig under there
all rollie and pollie, but my wig is divine
when they ask, introduce me as a fine manicured swine
so, come on and get up, I have gotten quite hungry
they'll have food where we're going?
please tell me that they will have something
ARE YOU READY TO GO?
on second thought, just forget it
that spandex has shrunk
and I can't get it to fit
and I think you are drunk
so, we should just stay home
and make our own kind of drama
making prank call on our phones
to either one of our mamas.
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