I spent all this time on something
Without breaking from lunch for knowing why the reason that our vision's drawn upright
It's not perfectly written with care and vesision
It won't take off flight
Oh, a vision complete with nothing in the distance
I've had my share
Never one that could anyone unlatch
Open and bare to see what I've seen
And what it says of me
Then I might be an ass, then I'm selfish getting back and deserve it
(?) other day over dinner and the things I was searching
And then once I'll be coming 'round
But I'm never around on time to preserve it
So lonely she felt to me, especially I
I'm a lucky man with the picture one beside me
To lay a mirror is such a pretty resolve to make it witty
Never know what I might say
I'm not in the right to please my family
The woman would hold me still
It's witty when you say;
I'm not in the right to feed my family
She might have a point (?) and I know this
She's a slave to the day and the dinner that she layed was ambiguous
But the rose, to be clear, wasn't witty either, dear
And I'll be bold enough to say;
'You're not cooking to please your family'
And I might be an ass, but I'm an ass enough to act like a wise one
And I might like a (?) but I'm (?) the finish up the trifold
But my words to be fair are precise and tho I care
You never know what I might say
I'm not in the right to please my family
No, no
I'm not in the right to please my family
Oh, wow
I'm not in the right to please my family
No, no, no
I'm not in the right to please my family
