Woke at 4 a.m. and then heard next door
This time it wasn't repeat rampant sex
That was the source of noise, no, it was more
Just moving things around sound side effects
Between 4 and 5, and though he relaxed
After that, I got no more winks, even
Blinks, methinks. And I still don't know the facts
But I think it's still the gangster husband
With some new bird, no more the wife and son
I'll ask Debs, who I need to speak to for
An odd-job man recommendation. Let's
Fast forward to lunch, with smashing Helen
Talkin' bout Berlin. Not long now before
We go. Listening to Wes and Lee, jazz axe
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