Bottom Bunk

Threw my glasses in the dirt Tell you 'man that really hurt' So I'm lying in the bottom bunk Then he slammed me in the door Got me feeling pretty sore So I'm lying in the bottom bunk Now we've gone too far astray I do believe you've had your way with me Not much of a holiday I do believe you've had your way with me Your way with me Very pretty and you're tanned But I rather sleep with my right hand So I'm lying in the bottom bunk 'cause baby things just get too rough When we get together in above So I'm lying in the bottom bunk Now we've gone too far astray I do believe you've had your way with me Not much of a holiday I do believe you've had your way with me Your way with me