| He gave his baby boy a bath
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| Tub full of bubbles and toys for him to splash
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| Look at daddy, soapsuds moustache
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| Funny faces and voices, it makes the baby belly laugh
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| Dry him off, now you squeaky clean
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| And watch the water spiral down that drain
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| Wrap him in a towel so he doesn’t get the shivers
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| Brush his hair, it seems to help it dry it quicker
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| Laid him on mommy and daddy’s bed now that he’s dry
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| And put a diaper on him, gave him his pacifier
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| Superman pyjamas, so tough
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| Innocent face full of unconditional love
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| Daddy picked him up and rocked him slow
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| Never takes long for little guy’s eyes to close
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| Dad’s technique is different than your mother’s
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| Never learned any lullabies, he sings Stevie Wonder’s
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| There it is, steady breathing, sleep rhythm
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| Daddy sits and holds him just to listen for a minute
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| Daddy’s hands are the meaning of security
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| And baby’s hands are the evidence of purity
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| Thinking back to the day baby came
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| And how it changed the whole game, things ain’t the same
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| Daddy had to stop running it crazy
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| Keep his ass in the home with the son and his lady
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| He was there for the birth and the first breath
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| Not gonna miss the first words or the first steps
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| Gonna keep the boy healthy and safe
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| And do his best to try to keep those tears off his face
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| Gave him a kiss, laid him in his crib
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| Turned out the lights, goodnight my little prince
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| That’s how good daddy takes care of him
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| And then that good daddy goes downstairs to package heroin |