or
Sixpence None the Richer

My life is plagued
By mistakes, broken love, slaps in the face
But I'm trying to care, to dare to embrace your face

Hug him like a brother
Kiss her like a sister
Let it be my mother for now

I want to find where the maid in the street
Is pouring her wine
I heard she takes you in and gives you the words
You need said

If you'll be her brother
She'll kiss you like a sister
She'll even be your mother for now

Hug him like a brother
Kiss her like a sister
Let it be my mother
Let it be my father
I will be her brother
Kiss her like a sister
Come and be my mother forever

Written by SLOCUM, MATTHEW PRESTON
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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