It ain't no cover
It ain't no style
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I adore him
And I implore him
Saying I love a mother
But this ain't no style
He sits there smoking
His breath away
He sits there choking
On what they say
But I adore him
And I implore him
Saying one of these mornings
I'm going away
The sun is setting
The day is done
Good night, my lover
Good night, my son
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I'll love a mother
Till the day that I die
It ain't no style
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I adore him
And I implore him
Saying I love a mother
But this ain't no style
He sits there smoking
His breath away
He sits there choking
On what they say
But I adore him
And I implore him
Saying one of these mornings
I'm going away
The sun is setting
The day is done
Good night, my lover
Good night, my son
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I'll love a mother
Till the day that I die
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