Михаил Любимов

She takes my boots off She strokes my hair She listens to everything And she even seems to care If I sing and laugh She see’s what I hide She can always tell When there’s a little bit of something inside Just a little bit of half-arsed poetry, Just a little bit of rainy-mumbling me, Just a little bit of what I normally, Don’t let anybody see She reads me clearly, She knows when I’m sore, She knows how to tame me, She know this lion’s roar Evey now and then when I start to sink, She sits me down and she pours me a drink, She smoothes out the bumps on a bumpy ride, When there’s a little bit of something inside