We Don't Mind Lyrics - Hayden

It was a Tuesday morn in November 

I slept at your house the night before 

We couldn't wait to get up to go for 

A big breakfast in an old fashioned diner 

A full meal six coffee refills later 

We both have to be at work in an hour 

Let's call in sick I suggest to her 

I'll call your boss and tell her that you're under 

The weather, you'll call mine, you will tell her 

That I'm very sick and that, you're my mother 

So we walk down the street 

Looking for a phone booth we 

Rehearse what we're going to say 

So that we can have this day, away 

We find a phone booth with room for two 

I call your boss and I don't speak the truth 

They're pretty mad about you but they'll get through 

You call my work in my mother's voice, they believe you