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My baby loves to hold me in his arms and gently touch my face |
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As we lie there close together late at night |
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In our own special place |
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Its like I'm driftin' off to heaven when he does that thing that only he can do |
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He moves his lips in little ways that let me know he's in heaven too |
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He's sorin again and I'm wide awake |
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Its like a nascar race bein run on his face |
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And the bed starts to tremble and shake |
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I try to roll him over I kick him with my feet |
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Hell I gotta wake him up so I can get sleep |
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For a moment he's quiet and then |
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He's snorin' again |
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In the morning he wakes up so happy |
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Lookin' all refreshed |
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While I count the lines and the dark circles |
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Cause I ain't had no rest |
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Ohh the day seems to drag along and I cant wait to get myself in bed |
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But soon that old familiar sound |
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Comes crashin' in my head |
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He's snorin' again and I'm wide awake |
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Its like an old buzz saw tearin' up the walls |
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And I've had more than I can take |
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I'm glad to hear he's breathin' |
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I know he needs his rest but that snortin' and that wheezin |
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Sure puts me to the test |
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Gonna make him go sleep in the den |
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He's snorin' again |
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He sleeps just like a baby but he sounds just like a tank |
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He knows that I adore him but when he gets to snorin' |
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I have to grab his hair and yank |
