I love the way you smile when half-awake
And curl your arms around me at daybreak
To try to hold me back from being gone,
At least until the morning news is on.
The weather isn't bad enough to make me stay,
I have to go to work another day
And leave you there in bed alone again
And grumbling that this all gives you a pain.
I hate to get up too; I wish that I
Could cuddle up and stretch my arms and lie
Beside you for at least a day or so
But we both need the money, we both know,
So we forego the love we'd love to make,
Being so much aroused while half-awake.