Go back to sleep now, my darlin'

I just wanna find a Daddy who'll sing me Wilco.
And maybe Bjork.
And Carole King.
If I can find a Daddy who sings Robbie Williams, I'll buy some furniture and give the cat a name...


(That's a Breakfast At Tiffany's line. No -- I never do stop referencing movies and songs and books and tv shows.)

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