The anticipation of what will happen When you get dressed Is more than I can bear This phase is going on forever And it’s one I can never share With anyone As it’s first thing in the morning Getting dressed for school And it might not be a phase anyway It might not be a phase at all. Every morning you throw your pants about You scream and shout Complain about your leggings You won’t put on your socks They’re falling down They’re itchy They’re scratchy I hate leggings You’re not helping me Stop helping me We try getting dressed at the same time But you yell You’ve got your pants on before me And you collapse in a heap crying I’ve tried getting dressed slowly So slowly But you still don’t get dressed. We’ve tried getting dressed in your room In my room With music on With music off Downstairs, upstairs, in the bathroom With me leaving you to it With me saying I’ll meet you downstairs Hurry up warmer weather, help me out You lived in your £2 dress and pants last summer So quick to put on without even a shout But what if it’s too small now… …this phase may not be a phase at all.
little voices 