| Lyrics |
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......
|