Poorly Girl

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I can't be there to comfort you or to soothe you with my lips

If I was I'd tenderly stroke your face with my fingertips

I'd whisper in your ear that I would make you feel better

And if I kissed behind them then I'm sure you'd get wetter

I'd make you drinks of lemon and honey

Tell you stories and jokes, you already know I'm funny

You'd forget all about your ears and your throat

You'd laugh heartily but sound like a constipated goat

I'd massage your feet, shoulders and neck

Till you fell asleep then every five minutes I'd check

That you were ok and didn't need a thing

But if you did ask, then I would gladly bring

I'd fetch snacks, change the channel, be at your beck and call

No task too big and no job too small

I'd do anything for you, they'd be no resisting  my charms

I'd keep you safe and warm in my loving arms

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