Strip Music

Show my kids whom I'll never meet
Pictures of you and me
Tell them about the things I've seen
While you sit in the grass
Tell them about things I like
And the madness we live tonight
And other things they may ask about
While you sit in the grass
Tell them all about things you see
That are things they have from me, oh
Tell them, tell them please
While you sit in the grass
Tell them about sugar and lime
And that we'll meet in dreams sometimes
And what we will talk about
When you sat in the grass
And if they ever feel alone at night
Tell them that their blood is mixed with mine
And that they will always find
Me somewhere inside
Now it's getting too dark to see
And I've longed so failingly
I hope you tell them
Tell them please
While you sit in the grass