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
