Leaving for work monday morning
It is time for a new dawning
Sitting around every day
Amounts to nothing and there's no way
I'm doing this for another ten years
That's one of my worst fears
Oh sam
Turn of your phone and bring some sheets
This is a place where young lovers meet
This is all all we need
Bring us some food and some bullsh** tv
We'll bunker up for days and days
Call in sick we're never leaving this place
Oh sam
So come inside my room tonight
I'll let you win I won't even put up a fight
We'll have a marathon of your choice
Anything you want
Movies, tv, magazines
Music, s** or something inbetween
Oh sam