I need someone to patch me up a little
And to clean my head
To cook motherly stews
Grandma's desserts and candy towers
To put studs in my shoes
So that I remember that I am walking
And that I hang my mind on a rope
Until it is dry of problems
And that it takes me
And that it is in my bed
br/>Friday and Sunday
To be in your soul all the others
Days of my life
That you love me when I am
When I leave, when I left
And that he knows how to serve tea, kiss me afterwards
And start laughing
And that he knows the words
That I will never say
And that she doesn't care about my clothes
If I'm going to undress at all, to love her
I need someone to patch me up a little
And to clean my head
That I cooked mother's stews
Grandma's desserts and candy towers
If you know someone like this
I ask you to
Let me know because it is totally like that
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