I feel like curling up my legs on the couch,
Stretch my hands relax and slouch,

I hate to put up the prim and proper front,
The pleasant demeanour seems to haunt,

I would rather sprawl on the bed,
With a nice soft pillow under my head,

I would rather drift into dreamland,
Surround myself with silver velvety sand,

Instead I sit here straight and upright,
Flashing a smile at people on sight