Butterscotch Stanley - Rachel
Rachel, I have dreamsI'm touching your navel
You take great care of your mother
When most would let her suffer I couldn't do
Half the things you do
Couldn't cook a meal for two
Couldn't pick up all the poo
Rachel, I have dreams of our new cradle
You take great care of your daughter
When most would just desert her I couldn't do
Half the things you do
Couldn't cook a meal for two
Couldn't pick up all the poo
Written by:
Jeremy Forman
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