Gary Ogan

Knucklehead

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Wish I knew what goes on in that little knucklehead
I can guess, I can try lookin’ under your bed
It’s a game you play with me, I know it’s true

So off you go on your day, leave me hangin’ by a thread
Hope it’s cool, hope you’re down with everything that we said
Don’t be late, don’t make me fret,

Over you, sweet child o’ mine
Cause you know I do, sweet child o’ mine … it’s a

Song in ‘b’, ‘b’ for boy, boy you really did me in
Never once had to try to make it under my skin
There you’ve stayed where I know you’ve paid some dues

But life is good, yeah we’re cool, my little knucklehead
Maybe god broke a rule when he gave you me instead
But here we are, and I’m still gone

For you, sweet child o’ mine
I love you, sweet child o’ mine
Yes I really do

Wish I knew, had a clue, what you’re thinkin’ in that head
What goes on, all day long, in that little knuklehead