All I think is You

Alarm goes off, it's eight AM,
according to my DJ friend,
Monday morning, Febuary ten,
All I think is you.

Water boils, kettle clicks,
soap applied, razor nicks,
another day of paper tricks,
all I think is you.

Subway ticket, subway train,
same old journey, same old same,
get to work, then get hame,
all I think is you.

Once in office, same old banter,
good weekend? Aye, ya dancer,
got so drunk, I pissed my pants sir,
all I think is you.

Nine AM, phones start ringing,
faxes whirl, computers dinging,
bosses snarl, slaves start singing,
all I think is you.

Back in flat, TV meal,
Quiche Lorraine, special deal,
two for one, said the spiel,
all I think is you.

Back in bed, book and tea,
every thought, you and me,
every day the same you see,
all I think is you.