Poor Little Me

(Ow! - check sound -- ahaha-haha! - one, two, three, four)
My little lumberjack
You know I want you back [decisions, decisions...]
In fact I never want you to lea-eee-ee-ve
My heart was falling and you didn't try to catch it
Behind your back and you were holding a hatchet
Stop your talking and help me rake up leeee-eeee-eaves
Oh oh oh ooooooh

Poor little me
Poor poor poor so poor because of she
Carved her name into my living (loving?) tree
Climbed up to the top so she could see
Poor little me (x3)

I had a heart attack
You made a cordwood stack
Stacked up so high I can't see-eee-ee
My heart was broken and you kept on stacking
Grab that axe and keep on whacking
Quit your splitting and sweep up my debriiii-iiiii-is
Oh oh oh ooooooh (wow!)

Poor little me
Tied a mood swing on my loving (living?) tree
Way too heavy the branch is getting weak
I tried to swing and I skinned my little knee
Poor little me (x3)
(hey!)

Poor little me
Pushing and shoving all around my loving/living tree [c'est aussi pour ça j'adore l'anglais - entre autres choses, 'aimer' et 'vivre' c'est compliqué de faire la différence - mais y'en a-t-il vraiment une?]
You put on your kiss off boots
Walked all over my deep emotional roots

Poor little me (poor me)
Poor little me (little me)
Poor little me
Poor little me (x4)