it was a tuesday morn in
November
i slept at your house the night
before
we couldn't wait to get up to go
for
a big breakfast in an old fashioned
diner
a full meal six coffee refills
later
we both have to be at work in an
hour
let's call in sick i suggest to her
i'll call your boss and tell her that you're
under
the weather, you'll call mine, you
will tell her
that i'm very sick and
that
you're my mother
so we
walk down the street
looking for a phone
booth we
rehearse what we're going to
say
so that we can have this day
away...
we find a phone booth
with room for two
i call your boss and i
don't speak the truth
they're pretty mad
about you but they'll get through
you call
my work in my mother's voice
they believe
you
and it starts to rain outside
in our phone booth we hide
it doesn't let
up until 5
squished together we don't
mind
we don't mind...