They Might Be Giants Sleeping In The Flowers
I got a crush Copy shop clerk But she won't look up at me Don't want to be known as the freak who just comes around to catch her eye We could be sleeping in the flowers We could sleep all afternoon You'd proclaim that you're an island I proclaim that I'm one too Then we float into the harbor with just piers and boats around I declare that I am England You declare that I have drowned I got a ride home with a drunk guy How ungrateful I must have seemed He showed me how to spin my head round and round We'll be sleeping in the flowers Tell my boss that I've been fired ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
