There was a rabbit at the door
No news paper on the floor
Marley sung no more
Being told that i snore
Blue whales are cast ashore
That desire to soar
I loved the tea that you pour
Or the shirts that i wore
But i must have done that before
Is sex is a decor
Or dreams are such a chore
That rabbit at the door
Did make me implore
What is it that am looking for
