the bandage if the wound is not mine Lend me some fresh air I dont want to be adored for what I merely represent to you I dont want to be to be your babysitter Youre a very big boy now I dont want to be you mother I didnt carry you in my womb for nine months Show me the back door Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at half past six Well I already know that youd find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see its too much to ask for and ...