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Po - Good Boy Jacob Lyrics



Po - Good Boy Jacob Lyrics




She squeezed his hand until the flesh melts into one
Beams upon her podgy only son
Jacob always does as his mother says

He insists on eating Eccles cake
While waiting for egg and chips
Mother scolds, purses lips, glances nervously

Please don't leave me
I'd die if you went away tomorrow
I feel you're a part of me

He's not a lad for roaming with a gang
Or baiting girls with troubled eyes
Jacob only wants to eat
And mother will provide

Please don't leave me
I'd die if you went away tomorrow
I feel you're a part of me

The cafe's closing
Please don't leave me
That millionnaire shortbread looks so fine
I'd die if you went away tomorrow
I'll eat it as quickly as I can
I feel you're a part of me

Good Boy Jacob
Good Boy Jacob

Don't ever leave
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She squeezed his hand until the flesh melts into one
Beams upon her podgy only son
Jacob always does as his mother says

He insists on eating Eccles cake
While waiting for egg and chips
Mother scolds, purses lips, glances nervously

Please don't leave me
I'd die if you went away tomorrow
I feel you're a part of me

He's not a lad for roaming with a gang
Or baiting girls with troubled eyes
Jacob only wants to eat
And mother will provide

Please don't leave me
I'd die if you went away tomorrow
I feel you're a part of me

The cafe's closing
Please don't leave me
That millionnaire shortbread looks so fine
I'd die if you went away tomorrow
I'll eat it as quickly as I can
I feel you're a part of me

Good Boy Jacob
Good Boy Jacob

Don't ever leave
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Writer: Ruth Miller
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Performed By: Po
Language: English
Length: 3:51
Written by: Ruth Miller

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