Can You Not Err Me On the Side of Goodness

oh, hold me and stifle me and make me be still let me rail and tell and tell and tell; then gently say "it will be o.k." be a friend and look at me in a goodly way when i err on the side of being an idiot act as if you do not see and i will do the same for you when your head is stuck up the same ole tree... tell me, quell me, paint me in a circle of sweetness and carry me within your palm of goodness extending to me the hope you give to those you love in the family of your orgin brush me, blush me shine my face with your lemon juices and ointments that i may live a little longer due to your ministrations of keeping the old skeletal stalker away from my door trick me in to believing i am worthy and spray my behived blondness with your goodness and kindhearted acceptance of a good soul in purgatory