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Ellis Paul

Roll Away Bed

Wake up Gracie
Youre stealing the covers again
Its 4 in the morning
Decembers outside creeping in
Now 1000 times over I love you
1001 now its said
But if I want to sleep Ive got to find you
Your very own rollaway bed

Now Im a night person
Come home late from playing the bars
Youre tossing and turning
Spinning like Saturn and Mars
At 8 in the morning you wake me
With your coffee, your jam, and your bread
Youd be less likely to burn me
In your very own rollaway bed

Saturday we wake up
Were driving round town
Trying to find the perfect bed
You fall on the mattress
You faint like an actress
The salesmen are all turning red

Move over Gracie
I cant face sleeping alone
Without all that tossin
It dont even feel like Im home
Now 1000 times over I love you
1002 now its said
Baby I dont mean to wake you
But is there room in the rollaway bed?