| What kind of girl would take on the world
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| By claiming an angel had come
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| And what kind of man would still take her hand
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| Knowing he wasn’t the one
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| And what kind of love, whatever it was, most people call it crazy
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| But it would take that kind of faith
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| Gettin' ready for a baby
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| What ugly words they must have heard
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| Whispered as neighbors went by
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| Did they defend the rumors of sin
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| Wonder if they even tried
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| Would I walk that road, I’ll never know
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| The best I can say is maybe
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| Were they all by themselves, did they have any help
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| Gettin' ready for a baby
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| One silent night, He changed their lives
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| Like babies always do
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| But Mary and Joseph had no idea
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| How He would change mine to
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| They had the job of cradling God
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| As He entered this world to save me
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| All a part of the plan, so much more than
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| Gettin' ready for a baby
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| What kind of love, whatever it was
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| Someday I thank them for facing
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| All the heartache they knew
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| Everything they went through
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| Gettin' ready for a baby |