Soap and water
take the day from my hand
scrub the salt from my stinging skin
slip me loose of this wedding band
Soap and water
hang my heart on the line
scour it down in a wind of sand
bleach it clean to a vinegar shine
Daddys a dark riddle
Mamas a headful of bees
you are my little kite
carried away in the wayward breeze
Soap and water
wash the year from my life
straighten all that we trampled and tore
heal the cut we call husband and wife
Daddys a dark riddle
Mamas a handful of thorns
you are my little kite
caught up again in the household storms
Daddys a dark riddle
Mamas a headful of bees
you are my little kite
carried away in the wayward breeze
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