Feelin' good
Slowly slip you sock off, and bury them deep in the creace of you sheets.
A heaping plate of nachos on your lap, radiating heat
Your girlfriend cuddling up close by your side
Together you watch the newest episode of Saturday Night Live
Some bad skits at first, but the show slowly got better,
It doesnt matter in the long run as long as we're together
as the night goes on we start to fall asleep
and the following morning I wake up ready to accomplish any feat
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