Sixpence None The Richer "Sister, Mother" |
My life is plagued by mistakes Broken Love, slaps in the face But I'm trying to care to dare to embrace your face Hug him like a brother Kiss her like a sister Let it be my mother for now I want to find out where the maid in the street is pouring her wine. I heard she takes you in and gives you the words you need said. If you'll be her brother, She'll kiss you like a sister She'll even be your mother for now Hug him like a brother. Kiss her like a sister Let it be my mother. Let it be my father. I will be her brother. Kiss her like a sister. Come and be my mother forever. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |