Paddy

'Cause if we took back the time To puke out our minds Could we crawl back 'Cause these words fill the air Thoughts that aren't quite prepared Please hold on 'Cause I think you're divine And I'd give up this time You are all I want Darling I am your man You know I'd have no plans If you're not onboard 'Cause you'll find We're fine Sometimes We'll throw punches Have good chat at lunches If we could go back in time To when you were not mine Would you stay there 'Cause your daddy lives in East Freo My mother works from Cottesloe If I cannot afford it then The least that you could know is I think you're divine And I'll work all my life cause If I am just the concrete You're the form and ply I am your man I can't be who I am If you're not around 'Cause you'll find We're fine Sometimes We'll throw punches Have good chat at lunches Countless months turn into years Of binging offspring wiping tears, for fun We'll go out, and we'll get drunk And in the morning I'm no fun You're up at eight, I'm on the mend You're begging me to start again Pull me out of my big stink You're in my corner, suddenly The only time I had to try Was when you cried when Patrick died I lied, and said he'd be cast in a different scene Do you think that she'd cry for me?