To be a dozer, enter the doze world—
first, take your clothes off, find a chair and drape them all over there.
No melatonin for trouble-nada;
climb into bed, under the stars—
away cares are, very far.
Put on the CPAP or you are likely to snore
as you’re snug there under the covers,
in the arms of Mor-
pheus in ropa (ro), ropa de cama,
cosa que ésta en la casa (ya),
wrapped in ropa (ro), ropa de cama.
It’s night high fashion, there’ll be no bite gnashin’
wrapped in ropa, linens you love.

Ropa, ropa de cama.
You love those sheets so
when you’re there lyin’.
You like to sleep upon ’em bare, hibernating like a bear…
just as soft as dozing in the clover.
Once you’re in that bed parked
and out, you won’t hear the dogs bark,
because you’ll soundly snooze, oblivious to hews
and cries thrummed; it beats a bunch of shots
of calming booze.

In the ropa (ro), ropa de cama (ropa de cama),
cotton cocoon para pijama.
That’s the ropa (ro) ropa de cama;
it’s high night fashion, there’ll be no night gnashin’…
wrapped in ropa, covers you love.
(Ropa, ropa de cama,
ropa, ropa de cama,
ropa de cama.)

Cloaked in pajamas,
ropa, ropa de cama.
Multithread fashion has become your passion.

You’re in the doze world and in a doze swirl.
and feeling flirty as you go into REM, breath low.
But then it picks up; it’s getting bolder,
and before long, you gasp for air
as you dream of an au pair.
On the bed you’re reclined, in sweet sweat sheets entwined.
And as you snooze, you have become bony,
but don’t repine…

not in ropa, no! ropa de cama (ropa de cama)
a cotton cocoon for pajamas, yeah!
Robed in ropa (robed), ropa de cama.
Snoozing plus passion had led to a washin’
of pajamas in which you’re snugged…
and the wash run:
ropa mojada; roja de cara.