I'm going to need some notice before my days are done,
You see, I’m a craftaholic a fact not known to some.
My craft room, it is bulging all corners, crannies and nooks.
There are loads of boxes under the bed; I hope no-one ever looks.
I tell myself when shopping, "No more craft bits today"
But the craft shops are like magnets drawing me there way.
I'm totally at there mercy, Just "NEED" a dozen of each.
Then I hurry home to hide them, before the family starts to preach.
So Lord, I’ll need a little time to dispose of all my stuff,
And lord, can we just keep this between the two of us