Who wrote you, love?
Who rules your mind today?
What words hold you in their sway?

'Cause you move your body like
a puppet on its line
too easy to see influence

But rest up, baby
Lay back now
Here the hands
Here the mouth

If you were made for me
If you were made for me
Then we'd be home

See the morning light
Gentle as it tries
To make you new every morning
But if fails the light
Then stronger tools provide it
To fire and water throw you

Rest up, baby
Lay back now
Here the hands
Here the mouth

If you were made for me
If you were made for me
Then we'd be home

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Writer(s): Joan Shelley