I wore the dress that you liked almost everyday. Boxed up all my baby dolls and gave them away. I wrote your name on the wall next to my bed. Any day that I saw you at all was circled in red.
I should try to be good forever and ever, amen. And so I'll touch wood and hope I don't get caught again. Without my lines and off the mark. Looking for signs I can't see here in the dark.
Giddy-up old boy it's time to go. Vous les vous savior the love below. Brother, I've got more than you can take. But more than I can do to stay awake.
There's angels in the sitting room. The wind gets here at seven. Take the bread and baby shoes. Send them back to heaven. . And you can tell the boss.