I’m no longer struggling with this giant T!
Not wrapped up, nor wrapped around me.
What I used to be, or do is no longer a cinch to party.
I’ve got one mind, one idea that I can drink.
It’s good ole fashioned Chamomile tea.
Now a warm, relaxing hot tea to put to bed
All the day’s headaches and what was done and said.
That’s the only special T I wanna sing, laugh about.
While the brew melts away
The things I couldn’t control today.
I could hide amongst my toys
Where no one can find me
For a half moment to be
Just myself when no one’s looking.
Oh, no the phone’s ringing: another booking (agent). Mercy!