Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Oh no
I'm looking for my contact lens
I popped them in
I blinked my eyes and then
The world became a blur again
Now I'm on the floor
Underneath my desk
Searching so carefully
Hoping for the best
When I hear something drop
And roll down the grate
I know that sound
It's a sound I hate
Oh no
I'm looking for my earring again