A Little Bit Of Sunshine

I bought a set of paint the other day You couldn't tell me, with my acrylic set That I wasn't Da Vinci undiscovered yet Of course, I have only a single painting to my name, A sunset by the seaside  With pink and red skies  Ocean waves crashing on the shore. It was probably the best thing I've ever made  But I gave it away on Christmas day – it was worth it for the look of awe  on her face. 

Just seven more washing machine minutes And I'm free to go about my day Run a few errands, see to the hydrangeas growing on the driveway  and the chilli pepper tree by the gate Then I'll see if everybody ate, and set the table And wash the plates Just seven more and I'll have the rest of the day Except – sweeping the dust that accumulates  Every hour on the hour It'll only make sense then, to take a shower  and pore over my wardrobe for suitable attire  Wrangle up a hair tie And the minutes are sure to fly Just seven more and I might feel genuine warmth if I'm lucky Seven minutes and I won't have to worry if anyone could love me Seven minutes and I'll be worthy...  Sometimes seven minutes and eternity  Are the same thing.