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In tribute to the early on set elderliness that the lovely women of my apartment (including me) are experiencing , I present to you this song....
92.
It feels like a perfect night to put on my wool socks
And make fun of those youngsters, uh uh, uh uh.
It feel like a perfect night forget something important
To knit a thick scarf uh uh, uh uh.
Yeah,
We’re tired, cold, confused and cozy
at the same time
It’s terrible and comfortable
Oh, yeah
Tonight’s the night we forget
to turn the oven off
It’s time.
Uh oh!
I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling 92
Everything will be alright
If my camomile tea will brew
You don’t know about me
But I’ll bet you couldn't care less
Everything will be alright
If we just keep puzzling like we’re
92, ooh-ooh
92, ooh-ooh
It seems like one of those nights,
This place needs to be quiet.
Too many loud kids uh uh, uh uh (turn off that darn noise!)
It seems like one of those nights,
We kick everyone out and end up knitting
Instead of partying.
Yeah,
We’re tired, cold, confused and cozy
in the best way
It’s terrible and comfortable
Oh, yeah
Tonight’s the night that we forget
about the burnt stew
It’s time
Uh oh! (hey!)
I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling 92
Everything will be alright
If my camomile tea will brew
You don’t know about me
But I’ll bet you couldn't care less
Everything will be alright
If we just keep puzzling like we’re
92, ooh-ooh
92, ooh-ooh
I don’t know about you
92, ooh-ooh
92, ooh-ooh
It feels like one of those nights,
we eat our oatmeal.
It feels like one of those nights,
we wear ugly sweaters.
It feels like one of those nights,
You look so sickly.
I gotta sleep now.
I gotta sleep now.
Ooh-ooh
Ohh-ohh, ye-e-e-e-eah, hey
I don’t know about (I don’t know about you)
But I’m feeling 92
Everything will be alright
If my chamomile tea will brew.
You don’t know about me (you don’t know about me)
But I’ll bet you couldn't care less
Everything will be all right
If we just keep puzzling like we’re
92, ooh-ooh
92, ooh-ooh
92, ooh-ooh, yeah yeah
92, ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
It feels like one of those nights,
we eat our oatmeal
It feels like one of those nights
we wear our sweaters
It feels like one of those nights
you look so sickly
I gotta sleep now,
I gotta sleep now.
Tracy, Diem and Jenai... You guys rock. Thanks for being old with me.
