Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I'll let

my hair grow wild
and stop painting my nails
I'll get rough fingers and toes
I'll be tough like nails
I'll be real like dirt and mud
I'll mix them up and jump right in
I'll let your hair grow grey
and let you eat your cake
I'll let you wear my big sweater and wull hat
I'll cover for you
I'll take the blame for you
Cuz I'll be old and wild and dirty
and you'll be warm

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