one little, two little monkees..

she's crying herself to sleep every night
til her eyes shut and find better times
she wakes when she dreams
sleeps when she wakes

now sleep my sweet girl
and dream of better days

nothing it seems went according to plan
who are we kidding, there never was a plan
we followed our instincts
in the worst kind of ways

now sleep my sweet girl
and dream of better days

she sits and the bar, and smiles and she drinks
she talks the whole night
never says what she means
she'll fight when she's drunk
we stay outta the way

now sleep my sweet girl
and dream of better drays

she wears a sorrow her beauty can't hide
i pray she sheds it and sleeps the whole night
she wakes when she dreams
she sleeps when she wakes

now sleep my sweet girl
and dream of better days

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