Visiting DayFather you could kiss meif you wash your hands Do you ever miss me old man, old man And mother she could kill me but I wouldn't die There's this thing still in me Called life, called life, called life Take away my memory so I'll never tell Did you know you'd hurt me So well, so well Now I become disabled and you become ashamed Who would ever want me this way, this way, this way Darling we must go away But we'll be back On visiting day With these children You will play Till we come back on visiting day It's all in your, it's all in your mind. |