The day you saw
My tiny eyes
He carried me
That man in white apron
I cried and cried
Only you should carry me
With your soft hands
Not this man
You've always been there
From my diapers
To my mustache
Its like you never moved
Right now we're eating
Wondering what I think
Don't worry
Your poison is food
Don't you worry
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