Ant Smith

All poems

Special needs girl

You’re my special-needs girl, babe
Your my special friend
Yes, you’re my special-needs girl, babe
I’ll love you till the end
Oh, special friend
You’re my special friend
You’re my special friend

Don’t know which
is more frightening
To be the first,
or last, in line
Don’t know if
it’s more exciting
To play with you
Or with dynamite
You’re my favourite
nightmare
You’re my Gloria
in-excelsis
You’re my special friend

You’re my special-needs girl, babe
Your my special friend
Yes, you’re my special-needs girl, babe
I’ll love you till the end
Oh, special friend
You’re my special friend
You’re my special friend