I sit here at work and I get a little sleepy or annoyed or whatever.

And then Tammy crawls into my ear and climbs around on my brain. She pokes at the part that makes me remember what she looks like. She digs her toes into the part that makes me remember what her perfume smells like. She blows on the part that makes my fat belly tickle.

But then she curls up next to the part that makes me love her. And let me tell ya, there ain’t no feelin’ in the world like that.