| Through the Looking Glass |
| by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart I guess I should have stayed in bed, My pillow wrapped around my head, Instead of waking up to find A nightmare of a different kind, She went away, This just doesn't seem to be my day. She didn't have to say a lot, Her pretty eyes revealed a plot, 'Twas someone else she wanted more, And so I walked her to the door, What could I say? This just doesn't seem to be my day. My, oh my, (Oh my, oh my, oh my) How sad am I, (How sad am I) How I wish she would have stayed, (Wish she would have stayed) This just doesn't seem to be my day. My whole world is upside down, She turned my smile into a frown, It's such a pity the shape I'm in, I must get on my feet again, Can't stay this way, This just doesn't seem to be my day. My, oh my, (Oh my, oh my, oh my) How sad am I, (How sad am I) How I wish she would have stayed, (Wish she would have stayed) This just doesn't seem to be my day. I guess I should have stayed in bed, My pillow wrapped around my head, Instead of waking up to find A nightmare of a different kind, She went away, This just doesn't seem to be my day. |