You get your fried eggs in the morning
She gets her porridge with cinnamon
And I wait till the moment you're gone
To pour sugar on
Now I can laugh in any way that she can
Clapping my hands in any way that she can
Now I can laugh in any way that she can
I'm in your hands
And in her bed there is nothing
But next to my head there she lies
It keeps us away from making a new one
But that's alright