She takes my boots off
She strokes my hair
She listens to everything
And she even seems to care
If I sing and laugh
She see’s what I hide
She can always tell
When there’s a little bit of something inside
Just a little bit of half-arsed poetry,
Just a little bit of rainy-mumbling me,
Just a little bit of what I normally,
Don’t let anybody see
She reads me clearly,
She knows when I’m sore,
She knows how to tame me,
She know this lion’s roar
Every now and then when I start to sink,
She sits me down and she pours me a drink,
She smoothes out the bumps on a bumpy ride,
When there’s a little bit of something inside,
Aaooooh Aaooooh She goes Aaooooo She goes Aaoooooh
( just a little bit - the hormonauts )
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