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• Artiste: Chagall Guevara
• Titre: The Rub Of Love
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Dad said he wanted a boy Held me like a bundle of joy These days, don't even smile Like I'm cramping his style Son, it's not true Of course I love you But the pressure keeps building again Dad's gone AWOL Absent without leave, and The rub of love Dad's not talking at all Everything's making him mad Used to come running to him Now I'm learning to crawl Son, get used to the cold You'll soon have to face it alone Please stop holding my hand You're getting too old Heard him last night Say, "The boy's all right But the father thing still doesn't fit Gotta get away for awhile Gotta find out who I am" The rub of love What was that vow you made? What about the girl you wed? Worked double shifts to keep us fed Dad says he sorted it out Got himself a better career Had himself a new baby boy Another bundle of joy Every other week, on visiting day I get tolerated by his new wife I swear if you ever really held me They'd have to pry me off with the jaws of life The rub of love What was that vow you made? Was that too much to bear? Dad, do you really even care? That isn't love