| 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 |