You can arise whenever you choose to And that’s why I’m so jealous of you You can eat whatever you pick out As for my breakfast there ain’t any doubt
I know precisely what will be on my metal tray Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm such as a shawl
Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me And so did my being free
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