Write me a letter
That I can just ruin with
Tear stains
Give me something to look at
While I cover my lap in drops
From my eyes
And something to listen to
That tells me its ok to cry
That now is the time
To let the poses go
And ugly cry
Write me a letter about an itsy bitsy spider
And his journey up the spout
Then turn around and tell me
To bring down the rain
And wash the spider out
That I can just ruin with
Tear stains
Give me something to look at
While I cover my lap in drops
From my eyes
And something to listen to
That tells me its ok to cry
That now is the time
To let the poses go
And ugly cry
Write me a letter about an itsy bitsy spider
And his journey up the spout
Then turn around and tell me
To bring down the rain
And wash the spider out
