Won't you be a mother to my son
The son in me you know the one
That annoying one they talk of
That inner one that smaller me
That bullshit crap of craps
And yet it's true he wants
A mother just like you
He'll drink all the milk he will
A toothless suckle, mother, he will
Pucker up and suck you dry
But not for long he'll feed again
You'll offer up -
Coffee? What? What did you say?
You need a father for your daughter?
Yeah, but see, I asked you first
You think I can? You think I could?
But I'm not sure (as if you are, I know...)
I'm just a guy it's hard for me to say
It's hard for me to see
It's hard for me
It's hard, for you
It's hard
Monday, August 3, 2009
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