lovers
ginger
Ginger Will you be the one To hold me and let me tag along? I'll tell you About everyone who's done me any kind of harm  Oh, (we'll jump her muddy ground?) With the storm cloud in her head Is it still to soon to care Or count to ten, there?  Ginger All my dreams are of Phone lines, rings all day long And I would  Sleep in your shed And I would make away with your herd  Nights are nice when you're not scared But you don't care that I'm not there When all the phone calls are returned Sleepyhead can rest assured  Ginger Could love me like a son Tie her swing out from the lawn I want to  Be your only child I want to feel your heart in mine  Don't let go on me now   Ginger