If you have a bad head
I’ll be your packet of paracetamol,
And palliate the pain.
If you have a bad head
I’ll be your packet of paracetamol,
And palliate the pain.
If you get dust in your eye
I’ll be your cold running water,
And wash all your troubles away.
If you get anxious
I’ll be your stress ball,
And you can squeeze me tight.
If you can’t sleep
I’ll be your flock of sheep,
And darling you can count on me.
If you can’t find the words
I’ll be your Oxford mini,
And you can speak your mind.
If you lock yourself out
I’ll be your skeleton key,
And open up your heart once more.
If the puddles are too puddly
I’ll be your Wellington boot,
And keep my duchess’ tootsies dry.
If your clothes get wet
I’ll be your winter dyke,
And you can sprawl all over me.
If you lose your oyster
I’ll be your ticket to ride,
And the city can be all yours.