Paroles: Del Reeves. Paper Bunny.

PAPER BUNNY
(Hank Mills)
« © '66 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI »

Living in a rundown cold one room apartment
With a dirty alley on the window side
T-shirt socks are drying on the lampshade
Pasting bunny's in my scrapbook while I cry

Well I'm just pen existing when I should be living
But this bachelor don't make that kind of money
So I'm a live a loner if I had her address I'd phone her
But my love's wrapped up in a paper bunny
Working in a cutlery chain store stock department

Just a lonely gofer stock boy day by day
It's still dark when I get up for work each morning
And the street lights walk me home to hit the hay

Well I'm just pen existing when I should be living...

I said all my love's wrapped up in a paper bunny
I said all my love's wrapped up in a paper bunny
Yes all my love's wrapped up in a paper bunny