paroles de chanson Old Fear of Father - Jesca Hoop

I love my boys
More than I love my girl
Try not to show it
She knows
Like I knew
I have my father's legs
Long kissed with summer
Old fear of father
Keeps me in mother's mirror
Sing to my boys
Back to your own bed girl
Cold fills the bottle
He'll get the swaddling
And my milk
I have my mother's gaze
Pastures and towers
Soft drawing him near
To her down cast
Severe

Oh Valerie
Valerie
Know the hand that feeds you
The hand that keeps you
The hand that owns the keys
Keeps you pretty
Don't look to me to hold you
I'll shape and mould you
So you can get the ring
While you're still pretty

Rock a bye boys
Run along daddy's girl
You're blushing youth
Dewy bloom cut from my tree
You'll learn your mother's game
Seal your reflection
For his affection
Now against me
You'll play
So on it goes
Never to trust a girl
All sistren rivals
To be expected
In his world
Valerie
Know the hand that feeds you
The hand that keeps you
Can put you on the street
At least you're pretty
Don't look to me for sweetness
This borrowed dress holds nothing sweet