Baby be my cure

I am sick,

Like the kind of sick,

That makes you tired,

And makes you feel sad,

But not sick enough to stay home,

And all I wanted wasn't...

Chicken-soup or chocolate-milk,

It was you,

I needed a cuddle from you...

And you to tell me everything is going to be alright...

I need you to lay close and hold me tight,

I'm sick inside,

Baby won't you be cure?

I love snuggles and you...

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