| When one became two, well the two of us knew
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| That whatever will be’s gonna be
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| And what was to be was that two became three
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| It’s beginning to look like a family
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| I still remember that day in September when
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| I heard that three would be four
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| It gave me the spins when I heard it was twins
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| We were jumping for joy for a new girl and boy
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| And so what was to be
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| Was much bigger than three
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| It’s beginning to look like a family
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| If we burst at the seams
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| We’ll put beds on the beams
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| It’ll fit like a glove
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| Little house full of love and laughter
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| Five became six in our house made of bricks
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| Then seven came later than eight
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| It was a sign when the eight became nine
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| That out house made of bricks
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| That was too small for six
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| Could handle no more
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| Not the five plus the four
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| Then I remembered the spins
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| When I heard of the twins
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| So what was to be
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| Was much bigger than three
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| Was beginning to feel like a family
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| Then things really got a wild
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| With the first grandchild |