bron: ship of fools
Don't you push me, push me
don't you push me down
now you can play with me
you can hold my hand
you can comb my hair
and you can ride my horse
you can roll my balls
and ride my bike around
you can even laugh at me
but .....
Why, Oh Why?
because, because, because, because
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
bron: Woody Guthrie, songs to grow on
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