Time just seems to fly by
Whenever I'm on line
I told my dear old Freddie
To have a glass of wine

Relax and soon I'll get there
My side of bed of cold
Freddie has a problem
But truth now it be told

He doesn't even notice
As time just whiles away
I slip in bed at five am
He wakes up for his day

Things are just confusing
I feel like I'm a wreck
My body's getting outta shape
But I am sure high tech

Well it's time to go now
It's five and I am late
I'll have to lie to Freddie
He always takes the bait

Want to send a e-mail
I'll get it ~ it's a bet
Edwina@Addicted.net
The good looking brunette.

~ Francine Pucillo~© original 2003