Dear Sir

There is a baby With an itchy head Pour water on it I'll take a knife so I can Take a knife for (?)one I'm 65 Nobody in my family knows I'm alive Hey little girl I would've cut your head off Hey little girl So I can Pour water on him So I can take a

I can hear - voices in the water Coming up like - smoke brings the wind I have to take some time - to relocate that house of mine I think I must of lost it in the river They see things so different To green eyes they give nothing away Do you think no