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A WARM MEAL
I LIKED TO COOK FOR HIM
I WASN’T MUCH OF A COOK
BUT HE APPRECIATED ME DOING IT
MAKING THE EFFORT, FOR HIM
OH AND HE LOVED IT
HIS FOOD AND ME DOING IT, FOR HIM
HOW HE LICKED MY SPOON
NOT BECAUSE HE HAD TO
OR BECAUSE IT WAS THE DONE THING
BUT BECAUSE HE REALLY WANTED TO
AND COULDN’T REALLY HELP HIMSELF
BECAUSE IT TASTED GOOD, TO HIM
MY BITS ON MY SPOON, FOR HIM
HE COULD HAVE JUST GRUNTED
AND ATE IT UP, LIKE THE OTHERS
BUT HE SEEMED TO SAVOUR IT
LIKE IT WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL
LIKE A SUNDAY ROAST
OR A CANDLE-LIT DINNER FOR TWO
THAT’S HOW IT WAS FOR HIM
SOMETHING SPECIAL
LIKE HIS MOTHER WOULD MAKE
WHEN HE WAS A BOY
AND HE’S ALWAYS A BOY
OH I DON’T WANT TO BE HIS MOTHER
AND HE DOESN’T WANT TO BE MY BOY
BUT I DO LIKE IT WHEN HE APPRECIATES ME
YOU KNOW LIKE A GREAT GOAL IN FOOTY
I REALLY LIKE THAT
CALL ME MAD IF YOU WANT
BUT THAT’S HOW IT IS FOR ME
MY DAD WAS MUCH THE SAME
ALL WEEK HE’D GET HOME FROM WORK
AND NOT A PEEP IN FRONT OF THE TELLY
THEN PLACE THAT HOT MEAL ON HIS LAP
QUIETLY NOT TO INTERRUPT THE GAME
AND THAT LOOK HE’D GIVE
LIKE CHRISTMAS ALL OVER AGAIN
AND ME JUST FRYING UP THIS AND THAT
WITH WHAT WE HAD, FOR HIM AND US
OH I LOVED THOSE MOMENTS
I ALWAYS WILL, THOSE LOOKS IN HIS EYES
THAT FUNNY FEELING IN MY HEART
JUST FOR HIM, KNOWING FULL WELL
IT WAS AS MUCH FOR ME, AND THEM
THE WHOLE FAM, STUCK TOGETHER
LIKE A CLAM, FULL OF LOVE AND SUCH
LUCKY BASTARDS BOTH OF THEM
ALL OF US, WITH SOMEONE TO LOVE
AND COOK AND CLEAN FOR
THEM NOT THINKING, BUT KNOWING THE SAME
LUCKY US, WITH SOMEONE TO LOVE
AND WAKE UP EARLY, AND WORK FOR
ALL THE LONG DAY, DULL AND WEARY
SOMETIMES INTO NIGHT, NO EXCUSES
BUT A WARM SOMEONE TO COME HOME TO
WITH THE LOVE AND NAGGING
THAT INEVITABLY COMES WITH IT
BUT YOU DON’T MIND SO MUCH
COZ YOU KNOW IT MEANS THEY CARE
AND WHAT COULD REALLY BE BETTER?
NOT MUCH WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE
SO YOU LIVE YOUR LITTLE CLICHÉ, HAPPILY
FOR YOU’VE THOUGHT ABOUT THE ALTERNATIVES.
I WASN’T MUCH OF A COOK
BUT HE APPRECIATED ME DOING IT
MAKING THE EFFORT, FOR HIM
OH AND HE LOVED IT
HIS FOOD AND ME DOING IT, FOR HIM
HOW HE LICKED MY SPOON
NOT BECAUSE HE HAD TO
OR BECAUSE IT WAS THE DONE THING
BUT BECAUSE HE REALLY WANTED TO
AND COULDN’T REALLY HELP HIMSELF
BECAUSE IT TASTED GOOD, TO HIM
MY BITS ON MY SPOON, FOR HIM
HE COULD HAVE JUST GRUNTED
AND ATE IT UP, LIKE THE OTHERS
BUT HE SEEMED TO SAVOUR IT
LIKE IT WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL
LIKE A SUNDAY ROAST
OR A CANDLE-LIT DINNER FOR TWO
THAT’S HOW IT WAS FOR HIM
SOMETHING SPECIAL
LIKE HIS MOTHER WOULD MAKE
WHEN HE WAS A BOY
AND HE’S ALWAYS A BOY
OH I DON’T WANT TO BE HIS MOTHER
AND HE DOESN’T WANT TO BE MY BOY
BUT I DO LIKE IT WHEN HE APPRECIATES ME
YOU KNOW LIKE A GREAT GOAL IN FOOTY
I REALLY LIKE THAT
CALL ME MAD IF YOU WANT
BUT THAT’S HOW IT IS FOR ME
MY DAD WAS MUCH THE SAME
ALL WEEK HE’D GET HOME FROM WORK
AND NOT A PEEP IN FRONT OF THE TELLY
THEN PLACE THAT HOT MEAL ON HIS LAP
QUIETLY NOT TO INTERRUPT THE GAME
AND THAT LOOK HE’D GIVE
LIKE CHRISTMAS ALL OVER AGAIN
AND ME JUST FRYING UP THIS AND THAT
WITH WHAT WE HAD, FOR HIM AND US
OH I LOVED THOSE MOMENTS
I ALWAYS WILL, THOSE LOOKS IN HIS EYES
THAT FUNNY FEELING IN MY HEART
JUST FOR HIM, KNOWING FULL WELL
IT WAS AS MUCH FOR ME, AND THEM
THE WHOLE FAM, STUCK TOGETHER
LIKE A CLAM, FULL OF LOVE AND SUCH
LUCKY BASTARDS BOTH OF THEM
ALL OF US, WITH SOMEONE TO LOVE
AND COOK AND CLEAN FOR
THEM NOT THINKING, BUT KNOWING THE SAME
LUCKY US, WITH SOMEONE TO LOVE
AND WAKE UP EARLY, AND WORK FOR
ALL THE LONG DAY, DULL AND WEARY
SOMETIMES INTO NIGHT, NO EXCUSES
BUT A WARM SOMEONE TO COME HOME TO
WITH THE LOVE AND NAGGING
THAT INEVITABLY COMES WITH IT
BUT YOU DON’T MIND SO MUCH
COZ YOU KNOW IT MEANS THEY CARE
AND WHAT COULD REALLY BE BETTER?
NOT MUCH WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE
SO YOU LIVE YOUR LITTLE CLICHÉ, HAPPILY
FOR YOU’VE THOUGHT ABOUT THE ALTERNATIVES.
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