Broken Down
You like to have an object you can mend
Your refusal to talk drive me round the bend
You like to have an object you can mend
What I say you cannot comprehend
I feel as though my voice is barely heard
You like to have an object you can mend
Screwdriver, hammer and a few choice words
Mirror Wishes
We bought a mirror with a gilt-edged frame
How I wish I could climb inside
Reflections are identical – I almost look the same
We bought a mirror with a gilt-edged frame
To step into another world would be quite a game
Out here I’m found, in there I’d hide
We bought a mirror with a gilt-edged frame
How I wish I could climb inside
A box of birthday fudge
Melts on my tongue – sugar sweet!
These extra pounds just won’t budge
A box of birthday fudge
Size me up – who are you to judge?
Well packaged with a bow so neat
A box of birthday fudge
Melts on my tongue – sugar sweet!
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