Seven a.m., radio blasting
I gulp a bowl of information
My cereal for me, his coffee for him
Behind a cloud of smoke
Cig hanging from his lips, focused look
I search in vain for the right moment
To say, 'Dad, how do you love me?'
Please let somebody love me
Please let somebody love me
Eight a.m., off to school
Pockets stuffed with knick-knacks
Handing them out to whoever'll take one
Be my friend or just a buddy
The gym yard and I so wish
They'd pick me for once, Mom
So if I give them gifts
Maybe they'll notice my weight less
Please let somebody love me
Please let somebody love me
Nine a.m., I marvel
He's so beautiful in his sleep
I didn't shut an eye all night
Afraid he'll slip away too
Be perfect there in his arms
Pray he doesn't get tired of me
Always be funny and in a good mood
Don't ask what we are
So he'll stay a little longer
So he'll hold me in his arms
So he'll stay a little longer
So he won't, won't get tired of me
Please let somebody love me