Bubby Knows - B.Scott Wiley

Close the door

All the shade never long for more

Love is busy turning forty four

In her broccoli tenner mental

Bubby knows

She is not a wife

Not in a way

Both would descry

Her knees and nephew some times go her mom

Cars will come

The phone will ring and she may answer one

Or simply sit down listen to love songs

In her broccoli tenner mental

Bubby knows

Bubby knows

She is never home

She is honor call will never know

Her hands are always hold on empty souls

So close the door

All the shade never long for more

All the angels hear your morning call

From your broccoli tenner mental

Bubby knows

Bubby knows