It`s not how short your skirt below your shirt
What mothers boast is how large our butts together
It`s not how near I walked on this way
Of what I lost that way
It`s the dessert you can`t see, but none of the sands are green
It`s not how strong I clasp you in my hands
What fathers boast is how sour the decades together
It`s not how lesser wintertimes we had to get at all
The lately evening cries, we joyfully tea-call
What parents boast is that we loved at all
It`s not how lesser wintertimes we had to get at all
The lately evening cries, we joyfully tea-call
What parents boast is that we loved at all
What parents boast is that we loved at all......