Oh, how I love your softness!
Tis thee I wish I could wed….
But who ever heard of marrying
Your very own queen-size bed?
Every night, you comfort me,
When I lay me down to rest.
Cots may come, and bunks may go,
But it’s you I love the best!
Not too soft, and not too hard,
Your mattress is just perfect!
I go to bed so very weary,
And wake up feeling terrific!
You know how much I love you,
There’s little about which to complain,
But why, oh why, Sweet Bed O’Mine,
Do you make me get up in the rain?
Why don’t you just let me stay,
And get some serious sleep?
Why do you make me go out in the storm,
When, your company, I’d rather keep?
Love letters tucked under my pillow,
Soft blankets are covering me,
Why, oh why do you send me away,
When it is here, I’d rather be!
No matter where I wander,
No matter where I roam….
There’s no place like my own bed,
In my very own Home Sweet Home!
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