You’re Blasé Ilene Woods

You're deep, just like a chasm
You've no enthusiasm
You're tired, you're uninspired
You're blasé

Your day is one of leisure
In which you search for pleasure
You're bored when you're adored
You're blasé

While searching for the moon
And the stars in the sky
The simple things of normal life
Are slowly passing by

You sleep, the sun is shining
You wake, it's time for dining
There's nothing new for you to do
You're blasé

You sleep, the sun is shining
You wake, it's time for dining
There's noting new for you to do
You're blasé
You're blasé