From the Heart of the Ghetto

Sunday, 3 June 2012

My Baby

My baby likes to move a lot, my baby likes to bounce,
my baby looks so very small, in it's soft and wobbly house

My baby is a little blob, my baby is a living beat,
I watched it wave it's little hands and kick it's tiny feet

I have a little baby with a little beating heart,
I have a little baby that I love straight from the start
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