Where I Used to Procrastinate
by Martina McBride
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There were times I’d want to eat
Paint pretty toenails on my feet
Do anything but write
I’ll get to it later tonight
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Find me another closet to clean
Make a call to my Aunt Jean
Think I’ll read another blog
Or maybe go out for a jog
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Then I found you, Writing Club
Almost as fun as my old pub
No more waiting for the dark
To get me my che–eck mark
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Chorus:
Done with writing delay
Email reading all day
Thinking writing can wait
Where I used to procrastinate
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Where I used to procrastinate
I sit down and make a list
I just write down everything
And clear out the mist.
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There were times I’d go a day
Or a month or two, let’s say
Without writing a single word
Made me feel just like a turd
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Gotta finish, there’s the rub
All you people by my side
I can’t give up and I can’t hide
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No more endless games of Snood
Wondering why I want more food
Watching reruns on TV
No procrastinating for me
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Chorus:
Done with writing delay
Email reading all day
Thinking writing can wait
Where I used to procrastinate
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Where I used to procrastinate
I sit down and make a list
I just write down everything
And clear out the mist.
Whoa — oh, and clear out the mist.
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