Lyrics

Dad, what was Nigel supposed to do with your body? A life that I will never understand Whose false teeth were gently pushed back into your Mouth by your daughter's husband What am i supposed to do with this? I feel like i am not nice because sometimes It is hard for me to think something happy about you Except for that dad, I love you and I will always, always miss You Pull my finger
Writer(s): James Cyrus Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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