I'll Sleep on the Plane
She was late To the party Couldn't find a thing to wear She looks just like Sharon Stone Posing for Playboy As she reads Voltaire One more pretty girl Crying the tears of a child Now her boyfriend's Trying to con some mafia guys On Deuces wild 'till they say, "HEY YOU!" So he jumps out the window Throws all the money in the Back of his Jag Then they chase him through town They're gonna make him their new punching bag But they lose him in jersey Now he's with his girl back home He says, "I had a little trouble..pack your things We're going to Rome I been up all night But I'll sleep on the plane" It's gonna be a brand new life for us, my love You'll wear your white Fake Fur In the Vatican Hall... You know I told 'em I don't take requests I gotta get my beauty rest So I'll Sleep on the Plane Yeah I'll sleep on the plane.... Guess I'll sleep on the plane...
Written by: STEPHEN BISHOP
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