The Morning Song

i have a memory. it hasn't happened yet, but i remember it quite clearly. i was cleaning out my room last night of old tapes and one of the albums i found was jewel's "pieces of you." there was one particular song which evoked this nonexistent memory of waking up one morning...

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... let the phone ring,
let's go back to sleep.
let the world spin outside out door,
you're the only one that I wanna see.

tell your boss you're sick, hurry,
get back in I'm getting cold.
get over here and warm my hands up,
boy, it's you they long to hold.

and stop thinking about what your sister said.
stop worrying about it,
yes, the cat's already been fed.
come on darlin', let's go back to bed...

put the phone machine on hold.
leave the dishes in the sink.
do not answer the door...
it's you that I adore --
i'm gonna give you some more.

we'll sit on the front porch,
the sun can warm my feet.
you can drink you coffee with sugar and cream
i'll drink my decaf herbal tea.

pretend we're perfect strangers
and that we never met...
"my how you remind me of a man I used to sleep with,
that's a face I'd never forget."

you can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin.
but this time it'll be even better,
we'll stay together in the end.
come on darlin', let's go back to bed...

put the phone machine on hold.
leave the dishes in the sink.
do not answer the door.
it's you that I adore --
i'm gonna give you some more...