Sleepy Eye

Sitting in a chair
Watching the world spin
Looking for a place to put my thoughts in

You stroke my hair
It's like matted fur
Perhaps I can squeeze some into her

Your sleepy eye, I
I never could explain why I loved your
Sleepy eye, I

And you have got no style
But perhaps that's why
I like you the best
I like you the best

And when I fell
I landed in the recovery position
I never could admit
What I once admitted

Though I, I think that you know
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I think that you know
Oh-oh-oh-oh

'Cus you have got no style
But perhaps that's why
I like you the best
I like you the best

Your sleepy eye, I
I never could explain why I loved your
Sleepy eye, I
I never could explain why I loved your
Sleepy eye, I
I never could explain why I loved your
Sleepy eye, I
I never could explain why I loved your
Sleepy eye, I
I never could explain why I loved your
Sleepy eye, I