| I wish I was back in my baby’s arms,
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| I wish I was back to stay!
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| Every time I kissed him,
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| I’d tell him how I missed him
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| And promise I would never go away!
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| Yes, I wish I was back in my baby’s arms,
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| I’d gladly take the blame!
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| I’d wrap my blues in cellophane and put them on the shelf,
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| And then I’d find a mirror and congratulate myself!
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| Oh-ho, I wish I was back in my baby’s arms,
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| And I wish my baby wished the same!
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| I wish I was back in my baby’s arms,
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| I wish I was back to stay!
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| Ah, every time, every time I kissed him,
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| I’d tell him, I’d tell him how I missed him
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| And promise, promise I would never go away!
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| Yes, I wish I was back in my baby’s arms,
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| Why I’d gladly take the blame!
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| I’d wrap my blues in cellophane, put 'em on the shelf,
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| And then I’d find a mirror and congratulate myself!
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| Yes, I wish I was back in my baby’s arms,
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| And I wish my baby wished,
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| And I wish my baby wished the same! |