...
I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood
He looks at me sometimes
And sometimes he knocks
on doorways beside me
And sometimes he rocks
me to sleep in a chair
For he knows that I need
affection as much
as a cut needs to bleed
I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood
...
(Dead Wood - The Residents)
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Mood:
Tired -
Listening to: The Residents