Sweet Little Fat Girl

Sweet little fat girl
Slept in my bed
Keeping me warm
Keeping me fed
Blushing and turning
And shaking her head
She saying «Be gentle
And love me»
Old empty bottles
Rolled on the floor
I drunk and reeling
Locked up the door
Young and uncaring
For what went before
She saying «Be gentle
And love me»
But love was out calling
And just didn’t know
That I was there falling
With nowhere to go
Down into freedom
That took me so low
Not gentle or able
To love her
Then she was crying
Soundless and small
I said «Yes tomorrow, well
Maybe I’ll call»
But soon I was sleeping
Forgetting it all
She saying «Be gentle
And love me»
But love was out calling
And just didn’t know
That I was there falling
With nowhere to go
Down into freedom
That took me so low
Not gentle or able
To love her
I awoke in the morning
And there through the wine
I thought of the pain
Hers for all time
And I knew that I’d taken
What never was mine
She saying «Be gentle
And love me»
Sweet little fat girl
You slept in my bed
Keeping me warm
Keeping me fed
Don’t you turn from me
And don’t shake your head
If I say «Be gentle
And love me»
If I say «Be gentle
And love me»