Hallelujah, Baby! - My Own Morning
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I want a door that belongs to me
I want a bed that belongs to me
I want to know when I climb into bed
I'll wake up in my own morning
A morning that really belongs to me
I want a floor that belongs to me
I want a chair that belongs to me
I wanna know when I rock in that chair
I'll look up at my own ceiling
And oh, what a feelin' that's gonna be
The golden hours
Waiting in a line
I can pick like flowers
Hangin' on a vine
And on that day that belongs to me
I'll have the man that belongs to me
To share the dough and the floor
And the bed and the chair
And my own morning
Where every hour is golden
No one to whom I'm beholden
A morning that really belongs to me
And oh, what a feelin' that's gonna be
The golden hours
Waiting in a line
I can pick like flowers
Hangin' on a vine
And on that day that belongs to me
I'll have a man that belongs to me
To share the dough and the floor
And the bed and the chair
And my own morning
Where every hour is golden
No one to whom I'm beholden
A morning that really belongs to me
Belongs to me
Belongs to me