hey momma,
i want to be a kid
a kid
a kid
hey momma,
in your shelter
ill play you a song
on my cello
ill play real well
smooth notes
smooth notes
exhale
hey momma,
whats the world like?
is it real? like they say?
my strings don't play
the same way
rigged notes
sour notes
exhale
hey momma,
i'll stay here
in your womb
in your sweet sigh
that wraps around me
till i play
smooth notes
smooth notes
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