At all the social functions
I’ve always got a chair
And that is so because it is
The thing I like to wear
A table worn for pants
A bookshelf for a shirt
An ottoman for cufflinks
Will almost never hurt
I wear the best of furniture
It fits me to a T
But I tried on all the couches
And none of them suited me.
A day spent at Ikea
That’s where the fashions are
I thought a sofa nicely placed
Would make me look a star
But maybe they were overstuffed
Or had the wrong pillows
But none of them matched my armchair
Or made my complexion glow.
There were so many colors
But all of them were wrong
None of them suited my figure
Or complemented my lampshade sarong
I was going nowhere
I felt completely beat
Until I saw it and I tried it on
My new coat of loveseat
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