Absence Makes the Heart Grow Father

She's always there:

a screeching bullet parting my hair.

He was like a pic of a movie star.

So I picked him o'er,

Take me wherever you are.

I know that it's better!

But, how can we fight the mother we've got,

the father we've not,

the fantasy we've made up?

Our grandmother could not.

Our own mother forgot.

As daughters we stack the rocks in the tall wall

round the very

loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved

lo-ved

men.

She was always broke,

leaking need from every hole.

He was maximum padded with

wings of options,

I want to be who you are.

I know that it's better!

But, how can we fight the mother we've got,

the father we've not,

The fantasy we've made up?

He's a handsome host.

Hope he'll love me the most.

Please let me be a ghost in the tall wall

round the very

loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved,

loved

Absence makes the heart grow father.

Absence makes the heart grow father.

Absence makes the heart grow father.

Absence makes the heart grow father.

Absence makes the heart grow father.

Absence makes the heart grow father.