Ginger

Ginger

Will you be the one

To hold me and let me tag along?

I'll tell you

About everyone who's done me any kind of harm

Oh, (we'll jump her muddy ground?)

With the stormcloud in her head

Is it still to soon to care

Or count to ten, there?

Ginger

All my dreams are of

Phone lines, rings all day long

And I would

Sleep in your shed

And I would make away with your herd

Nights are nice when you're not scared

But you don't care that I'm not there

When all the phone calls are returned

Sleepyhead can rest assured

Ginger

Could love me like a son

Tie her swing out from the lawn

I want to

Be your only child

I want to feel your heart in mine

Don't let go on me now

Ginger