Please Don't Leave

Oh, my dear J.D.,
You are quite old,
For we are eight years apart,
Thank God you don't smell like mold.

You got fed up,
You ran away,
Mom gave you an option,
I hope you decide to stay.

Please, Please, Please,
Please don't leave,
Oh,oh,oh,
I might need a clean sleeve.

You took a day,
Then you decided,
Were you would live,
What home you would reside in.

Mom and Dad accepted,
I didn't get it,
I guess I was too young,
It took a while to fit.

Please, please, please,
Please don't leave,
Oh,oh,oh,
I might need a clean sleeve.

We're at the airport,
It's quite early,
And as I cry,
Your hair look curly.

The intercom sounded,
You went to board the plane,
You looked back and smiled,
Now music keeps me sane.

Please, please, please,
Please don't leave,
Oh, oh, oh,
I really need a clean sleeve.