Complaint

"Son, son," she said "Son, son," she said "Son, son," she said "Son, son" If it's too good to be true Much too good, then it is "Son, son," she said "Son, son," she said "Son, son," she said "Son, son" Take my hand, lay me down Eat your food, my boy "Son, son, son" I’ve your hand in my hand And I'm your girl, always