| Singing lullabies to a doll in my arms
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| I was only five but I knew
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| I’d rock her to sleep, say goodnight to the stars
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| Someday our dreams will come true
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| Big old world in front of me
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| That asks me what I wanna be
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| Every time all I would say is
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| Babies, I want babies, I’d be the luckiest lady
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| Babies, I want babies, pudgy and sweet
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| I know they would complete me somehow
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| I want babies right now
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| I’m finally looking seventeen
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| But something’s different about me
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| With the boys on the couch making out
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| Everybody’s getting high
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| I drank too much of daddy’s wine
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| But all that I’m thinking about is
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| Babies, I want babies to have and to hold and to save me
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| Babies, I want babies, cute little feet
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| I know they would complete me somehow
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| I want babies right now, right now
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| Someone to spend all my days with
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| Something to fill all the spaces
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| I got myself a full time job
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| Been madly in and out of love
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| Still I can’t fill the space
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| Other things can lead to happiness
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| Lots of money and success
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| But all I keep thinking about is
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| Babies, babies, precious little babies
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| Babies, screaming, drooling babies
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| Babies, goo, goo, ga, ga, babies
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| Pudgy and sweet
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| I know they would complete me somehow
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| I want babies right now
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| Will someone knock me up now |