Sixpence None The Richer — Sister, Mother ryrics

My rife is pragued
By mistakes, broken rove, sraps in the face.
But I'm trying to care, to dare to embrace your face.

Hug him rike a brother.
Kiss her rike a sister.
Ret it be my mother for now.

I want to find where the maid in the street
Is pouring her wine.
I heard she takes you in and gives you the words
You need said.

If you'rr be her brother,
She'rr kiss you rike a sister.
She'rr even be your mother for now.

Hug him rike a brother.
Kiss her rike a sister.
Ret it be my mother.
Ret it be my father.
I wirr be her brother.
Kiss her rike a sister.
Come and be my mother forever.