They Way Things Should Really Be
Don't look at me like that
cos yes'day you call'd me fat
Don't you call me hun
after what you jus' done
Don't you talk soft to me now
when I got blood dripping from my brow
I don't want to hear no 'pologies
When I'M the one on MY knees.
When YOU are down on your knees lookin up at ME
And I can feel the sun shining as I close the door behind me
then things will be the way things should really be.
Copyright © Kerrie Doyle | Year Posted 2006
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