Whitaker - Soft Books

Collect soft toys and books for me to look at in the night
Don't let my hands go where you know they shouldn't be cause I'm alright

You teach me how to swim, you teach me how to bathe myself alone
And if you hear me screaming, and if you hear my crying don't let go

Mama won't you hold me, Mama won't you tell me it's alright, it's alright
Are the cops gonna get me, please just get me out of this mess

Your parents come to get you, but you're not so sure you can go
Mother I'm hungry, Mother I'm shaking don't leave me again

Written by:
Maxwell Whitaker

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