I lay half the day on my comfy bed
Better than a chair, my feet in the air
On my silk pillow case I lay my head
Supposed to smooth wrinkles, and soften hair
The mattress won't say which way to lay
Nor when I rise or return, which way to go
Sometimes it's lumpy, sometimes it's bumpy
But when I need support it seems to know.
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