Ginger   Will you be the one   To hold me and let me tag along?   I'll tell you   About everyone who's done me any kind of harm      Oh, (we'll jump her muddy ground?)   With the stormcloud in her head   Is it still to soon to care   Or count to ten, there?      Ginger   All my dreams are of   Phone lines, rings all day long   And I would    Sleep in your shed   And I would make away with your herd      Nights are nice when you're not scared   But you don't care that I'm not there   When all the phone calls are returned   Sleepyhead can rest assured      Ginger   Could love me like a son   Tie her swing out from the lawn   I want to    Be your only child   I want to feel your heart in mine      Don't let go on me now       Ginger