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She's close to God, I'm sure of that |
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She sits him down, and they have a chat |
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She asks for sunshine, and he agrees |
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You see, for her, He'd do anything |
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You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
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She is a monkey, and I'm her tree |
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And now she's climbing all over me |
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Swinging on my vines dancing on my limbs |
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Her monkey sounds sound like angel's hymns |
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You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
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You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
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She is an angel, she is an imp |
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She's got my big toe, and her mother's lips |
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She gives fishy kisses, and great big bear hugs |
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42 pounds of pure love |
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Then one day she'll be 17, feelin' too big for her home |
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Seems she was just only 3, oh how our children they grow |
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You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
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You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
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You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
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You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
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Then one day she'll be 33, maybe with a child of her own |
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Seems she was just 17, oh how our children they grow |
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He'll ask for sunshine, and she'll agree |
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You see for him, she'd do anything |
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He is her child, the center of her world |
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She is his mother... my little girl |
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You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
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You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |