It doesn’t matter if work is starting to make me pout.

Or the weight of the world is stressing me out.

It doesn’t matter if the cool air gives me chills.

Or I’m having an anxiety attack from the large pile of bills.

It doesn’t matter if the kids are making me rip out my hair

Or if I’m simply exhausted from something in the air.

It doesn’t matter if I’m depressed over life turning another page

Or nursing the aches and pains from old age.

Like a bowl of chicken soup cures the common cold

I have the cure for just about everything just by having you to hold.