Tekst piosenki
Time on my phone shows eleven thirty-four When I open up my eyes today Don't really feel like waking up from bed To go to school or studio Grabbing a "Vogue" from the floor Turn it's pages Think it's such a waste of quality paper Why does it still snow in the spring Why don't you like the songs that I sing Why can't I get any satisfaction Out of the things that should bring me happiness Still lie in bed, it's already dark outside Eating up a pack of chips Switch on TV and listen to CDs Rejecting all the phone calls It's getting late and I'm still only chilling Clock shows it's midnight so I fall asleep Why does it still snow in the spring Why don't you like the songs that I sing Why can't I get any satisfaction Out of the things that should bring me happiness
