She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"
I will make you Queen of everything you see I'll put you on the map I'll cure you of disease
Let's say we up and left this town And turned our future upside-down We'll make pretend that you and me Lived ever after, happily
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"
I will make you Queen of everything you see I'll put you on the map I'll cure you of disease
And since we know that dreams are dead And life turns plans up on their head I will plan to be a bum So I just might become someone
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"
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