| Think about my little girl
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| Her yellow skin and her dark curls
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| And how her father’s heart was frozen
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| I spoke to her and I said:
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| «You won’t regret the mother you have chosen»
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| I lied. |
| Where’s she tonight?
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| I left him now we’re apart
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| And I think about his cruel heart
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| And how his lies have left mine broken
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| To think that I spoke to him then I said:
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| «She won’t regret the father she has chosen»
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| I lied. |
| Where’s he tonight?
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| You were precious to me After all I called you into being
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| I wanted you to know that
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| she has chosen
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| And I miss my little boy
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| I strayed away, so far away
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| And I need him tonight
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| To feel his hands around my face
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| His loving eyes
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| His happy face
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| Would be so right
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| Once I sat in my husband’s car
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| Him in my arms, woke up and saw me crying
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| My heart wouldn’t work
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| And this he did my special child
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| He touched my face with his hand and smiled
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| Oh boy, everything’s all right
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| Don’t cry, everything’s all right
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| Don’t cry, Jakes’s here tonight
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| Don’t hide, Jake’s here alive |