It's not how short your skirt below your shirt
What mothers boast is how large our butts together
It's not how near I walked on this way
Of what I lost that way
It's the dessert you can't see, but none of the sands are green
It's not how strong I clasp you in my hands
What fathers boast is how sour the decades together
It's not how lesser wintertimes we had to get at all
The lately evening cries, we joyfully tea-call
What parents boast is that we loved at all
It's not how lesser wintertimes we had to get at all
The lately evening cries, we joyfully tea-call
What parents boast is that we loved at all
What parents boast is that we loved at all..
|