I don’t want you
I don’t love you
You’re not the bean bag chair for me
I went to the store
Looking for decor
You sat in the corner
Like Little Jack Horner
Then I sat on your face
And loved your embrace
When I got back home
You sat all alone
The sofa didn’t like you
And your stand uppish blue
The chairs were staring
And they were a-glaring
Afraid I was pulling
Their legs, I was fooling
No need for their weeping
Them I’ll be a-keeping
There was no silver lining
Beanie’s hug was confining
So I went a-spurning
And it I went returning
That blue bean bag chair
Of yester year
I don’t want you
I don’t love you
You’re not the bean bag chair for me
