Make me and mend me the letters you send
Your words are like sweet pastilles, orange and red
You bu*ton me in like a good MacIntosh
No failer, you tailor and mend me
Make me and mend me the words that you write
Stick in my throat like an old valentine
To keep me a-counting the days ‘til we're home
To keep me dreaming about the boat
Under the wing of a broken down bird
The bicycle frame of my sister's Schwinn I heard
You whistling Heart and Soul smooth as a pearl
No failer, you tailor and mend me
And make me your girl