Father

Little boy now he was so scared
Six months later, Dad had less hair
Fair is foul but foul is not fair
Wish I was god, so I don't care

If I could eat your cancer,
Your heart wouldn't let me do it
These wicked witches of answers
Are either stupid or clueless

Older man now he has less fear
In the thought of his next year
But he's better now and drinks beer
All that's left are just some dry tears

If I could eat your cancer,
Your heart wouldn't let me do it
These wicked witches of answers
Are either stupid or clueless



Credits
Writer(s): George Michael, James Todd Smith, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J. Barnes
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