Sister,  Mother  -  Sixpence  None  The  Richer

  My  life  is  plagued

  By  mistakes,  broken  love,  slaps  in  the  face

    But  I'm  trying  to  care,  to  dare  to  embrace  your  face

    Hug  him  like  a  brother

    Kiss  her  like  a  sister

    Let  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'll  be  her  brother

    She'll  kiss  you  like  a  sister

    She'll  even  be  your  mother  for  now

    Hug  him  like  a  brother

    Kiss  her  like  a  sister

    Let  it  be  my  mother

    Let  it  be  my  father

    I  will  be  her  brother

    Kiss  her  like  a  sister

    Come  and  be  my  mother  forever.