I will be your pockets   Built to hold all of your stuff   Your magazine, your vaseline   I'll hold your brand new powder buff      I will be the cigarette   That you smoke right down to the letters   And be flicked away and stamped on   Cause I knew I won't be better      I'll step to you with tiptoeing feet   (Careful how you go   watch your step, tiptoe)   So I can hear your heart and never miss a beat      I will be your footstools   You go when you need a rest   I woulda walk the miles for you   Had a new (hoof?) for your tread      If I were to be your teardrop   That would be an awful fate   But at least I'd get to touch you   As I roll on down your face      I'll step to you with tiptoeing feet   (Careful how you go   watch your step, tiptoe)   So I can hear your heart and never miss a beat      I'll be your legs, I'll be your hands   And if you're sick, your ambulance   I am here just for you   So give me all your saddest news   If you're tired I'll be your rest   Believe you when you know what's best   I will      Yeah, I'll be your legs, I'll be your hands   And if you're sick, your ambulance   I am here just for you   So give me all your saddest news   If you're tired I'll be your rest   Believe you when you know what's best   I will      Yeah, I'll be your legs, I'll be your hands   And if you're sick, your ambulance   I am here just for you   So give me all your saddest news   If you're tired I'll be your rest   Believe you when you know what's best   I will      I will   Oh, I will   Yeah, I will   I will