Yes I'm eighty but you don't
Have to push me around
Let me borrow some of your busy
I love the sound of your voice
Railing at me about all the things
That have to get done in the yard
And don't forget to put air in your tires
Last night the temperature dropped
But did you come to put a blanket
Over me or tell me the story
Of your daily disappointments
How the world is still so ignorant
And cruel let me wrap you
Safely in my dreams for you
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