Lyrics

Four scenes each of them framed Pure clean New England air Leaks through the panes Onto me too It's like you've got it made It's like you couldn't care Less about rain Falling falling falling falling falling Dripping wet from the storm Sipping his Eagle Rare To keep me warm Always always calling always always In your father's office I am sick In your father's office I am sick In your father's office I am sick I would beg for you I would beg for you And I'd die for you Always always calling Always always falling onto you too In your father's office I am sick In your father's office I am sick In your father's office I am sick In your father's office I am sick In your father's office I am sick In your fathеr's office I am sick