Goose King - Dropped as a Child

Though it feels like years it's been days
Since the comet landed
On the white fields of your face
How under-handed
Oh nighty-night
Hi-dee-hi
What's the right expression for
The sensation you get when you're dropped

At a mere three months
And then burned at four months
At ten you're force fed
And all before your second birthday

Ah-h
What's become of our restitution
Ah-h
What's become of our love

How many mandarins
Did my father feed me
When I was home with pneumonia
Lederhosen
Indian legends and dead-white
Soft-core pen pals
Stirred in a savory sweet incestuous

Bled at three months
And burned at four months
At ten you're force fed
And all before your second birthday

Ah-h
What's become of our restitution
Ah-h
What's become of our love
Ah-h
What's become of our restitution
Ah-h
What's become of our love

Written by:
Bailey Norman

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