| It was a tuesday morn in November
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| I slept at your house the night before
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| We couldn’t wait to get up to go for
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| A big breakfast in an old fashioned diner
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| A full meal six coffee refills later
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| We both have to be at work in an hour
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| Let’s call in sick i suggest to her
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| I’ll call your boss and tell her that you’re under
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| The weather, you’ll call mine, you will tell her
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| That i’m very sick and that
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| You’re my mother
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| So we walk down the street
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| Looking for a phone booth we
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| Rehearse what we’re going to say
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| So that we can have this day
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| Away…
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| We find a phone booth with room for two
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| I call your boss and i don’t speak the truth
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| They’re pretty mad about you but they’ll get through
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| You call my work in my mother’s voice
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| They believe you
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| And it starts to rain outside
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| In our phone booth we hide
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| It doesn’t let up until 5
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| Squished together we don’t mind
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| We don’t mind… |