At three in the morning I used to be sleeping an untroubled sleep in my bed. But lately at three in the morning I`m tossing and turning, Awakened by hypochondria, and gas, and nameless dread, Whose name I`ve been learning. (worry) At three in the morning I brood about what my cholesterol count might reveal, And the pains in my chest start progressing from gentle to racking, While certain intestinal problems make clear that the onions I ate with my meal Plan on counter attacking. At three in the morning I look toward the future with blankets pulled over my ears, And all of my basic equipment is distinctly diminished. My gums are receding, my blood pressure`s high, and I can`t begin listing my fears Or I`ll never get finished. At three in the morning I used to be sleeping but lately I wake and reflect That my girlhood has gone and I`ll now have to manage without it. They tell me that I`m heading into my prime. From the previews I do not expect To be crazy about it.SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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