Suburban Dream

I can be your sister and your brother Your husband and your mother I’ll bake and clean and treat you mean Be your quarter back on our own private team I’ll prepare your meals and iron your clothes Leave your supper on the table as I walk out of the door Let you wonder if I really am at the store? I can be your superhero and save your life I can be your number one fan, your right hand man Your enemy sinister and wise You are my teacher when I cross the line And I’m your master when you say your mine Sell my body and soul to keep food on your plate Let you believe no one has ever touched me like that I’ll be your secretary when your too weak to speak You can use and abuse me and make me feel cheap I can be your very best childhood friend Your nurse by your side at the very end I’ll keep you sane as you lose your teeth and mind Tell you the world hasn’t really changed outside Place flowers in your hair as your body starts to fail Cut your food into pieces when your hands become frail Smile and tell you that all is well When inside I’m dying and feeling like hell