Lunch

Two, three, four I drink my Joe, I eat my lunch I take a walk, I try my luck I slept all day, I gave a fuck I kept my calm, I spilt my guts Sleeping in the grass Two, three, four I send my body down the block I watch the pretty people walk I brush the birds out of my mop I put my cherry on the top Sleeping in the grass And I could cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry) I couldn't ask for more (two, three, four) I could cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry) I couldn't ask for more Two, three, four One, two, one more And when the sun begins to set I go out looking for a friend I pour a beer into my head And pull my body up my steps Sleeping in the grass And I could cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry) I couldn't ask for more (two, three, four) I could cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry) I couldn't ask for more Two, three, four, five-