Time on my phone shows eleven thirty-four
When I open up my eyes today
Don't really feel like waking up from bed
To go to school or studio
Grabbing a "Vogue" from the floor
Turn it's pages
Think it's such a waste of quality paper

Why does it still snow in the spring
Why don't you like the songs that I sing
Why can't I get any satisfaction
Out of the things that should bring me happiness

Still lie in bed, it's already dark outside
Eating up a pack of chips
Switch on TV and listen to CDs
Rejecting all the phone calls
It's getting late and I'm still only chilling
Clock shows it's midnight so I fall asleep

Why does it still snow in the spring
Why don't you like the songs that I sing
Why can't I get any satisfaction
Out of the things that should bring me happiness