Sittin' On The Edge Of The Bed

Carrie doesn't eat fruit. Neither does Ninina. Well, not usually...

SITTIN’ ON THE EDGE OF THE BED

(With apologies to Otis Redding and Steve Cropper.)

Sittin’ on the edge of the bed
She’ll be sittin when the TV comes on
Watching me stare at the fruit
And then I watch ‘em staring back at me, yeah.

She’s sitting on the edge of the bed
Waiting, watching me stare at the fruit
Ooo, she’s just sittin’ on the edge of the bed
Watching me wastin’ the fruit.

She left our home in Georgia
Headed for the Florida sun
Though she had everything to live for
Now nothin’s been coming her way…

Except for me, from time to time.

So she’s just gonna sit on the edge of the bed
Watching me stare at the fruit
Ooo, she’s sittin’ on the edge of the bed
Watching me wastin’ the fruit.

Look like nothing’s gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I still don’t do what she tells me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same, yes.

Sittin’ there with that plate of fruit
And our distance won’t leave us alone
It’s two feet that I won’t roam
Just to call that pillow home.

Now, she’s just gonna sit on the edge of the bed
Waiting, watching me stare at the fruit
Oooo-wee, sittin’ on the edge of the bed
Watching me wastin’ the fruit…

Except that, from time to time,
I reach over and grab a piece.
She now has everything to live for.

I’m no longer wastin’ the fruit, Mami.

Para Mi Mami El Dia De Las Madres Domingo, 8 de mayo de 2005