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It was a Tuesday morning, November I slept at your house the night before We couldn't wait to get up to go forth A big breakfast in an old-fashioned diner A full meal, six coffee refills later We both have to be at work in an hour Let's call in sick, I suggest to her I'll call your boss and tell her that you're under the weather, you'll call mine, you will tell her that I am very sick and that you're my mother So we walk down the street Looking for a phone booth, we Rehearse what we're gong to say So that we can have this day Away... We find a phone booth with room for two I call your boss and I don't speak the truth They're pretty mad about you but they'll get through You call my work, in my mother's voice, they believe you And it starts to rain outside In the phone booth we hide It doesn't let up until 5, squished together we don't mind we don't mind From Letras Mania