| For my Son |
When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my son, and make his life happy and filled with such fun. I want to pay back all the joy he's provided Returning each deed~ Oh, he'll be so excited! When I'm an old lady, and live with my son~ I'll write on the walls with red, white and blue and bounce on the furniture Ya, wearing my shoes. I'll drink from the carton then leave it out. I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, will he shout! When I'm an old lady and live with my son~ When he's on the phone and just out of reach, I'll get into things like sugar and bleach. Oh, he'll snap his fingers and then shake his head, and when things get tough I'll hide under the bed. When I'm an old lady and live with my son~ I'll sit close to the TV, through the channels I'll click, I'll cross both my eyes to see if they stick. I'll take off my socks and throw one away, and play in the mud until the end of the day. When I'm an old lady and live with my son~ And later, in bed, I'll lay back and sigh, and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes. And my son will look down with a smile slowly creeping and say with a groan, "She's so sweet when she's sleeping". When I'm an old lady and live with my son! |
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