middle man
I tip the driver and hold your door
I’ll lay all over the floor
I’ll carry your luggage from the car to the train
you packed the whole house
I won’t complain
I am your middle man
your left and right hand
I will understand
No need for room or air
I fit in a pocket
be a key to every locket
I'll learn the chickens to dance
knit your socks and wash your hands
I’ll follow you around
pick up what you haven’t found
Were you leave off
I begin
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