Aunt Betty

Why all it goes with the passion in the words you never said

And all my hopes are sprinkled like the words you never read,

Put my word strength to the test,

All the pages that were left

Cold in January bitter winter’s cold

And all my woes are built on bits of freakish brain attacks,

Now I know just what I lack,

Been told a time or two in fact

A time or two in fact, if time is what I lack,

It’s all a part of waking up and making the bed real nice,

Like Aunt Betty always said, it’s all just in your head,

It’s all just in your head

Toes in January bitter winter’s cold,

And all my woes, are built on bits of freakish brain attacks,

And I know just what I lack,

Been told a time or two in fact

A time or two in fact, if time is what I lack,

It’s all a part of waking up and making the bed real nice,

Like Aunt Betty always said, it’s all just in your head,

It’s all just in your head