The air is cold, the sky is gray,
And the rooftop keeps the rain at bay.
No, I may not leave the house today.
My head's been on my pillow since
I stumbled out of bed convinced
I'm meant to do, produce, and gain.
Ugh, I may not leave the house today.
This isn't how my heart is wired,
To work so long, come home so tired
And know full well I'm poorly paid.
Yeah, I may not leave the house today.
Yet here am I in suit and tie,
And all that's left is a kiss goodbye.
But darling, when you kiss that way!
Oh, I may not leave the house today....
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