| I watched him throw his oatmeal bowl
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| Halfway across the kitchen floor
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| His momma said don’t let me see you do that anymore
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| And he let loose with a cup of orange juice
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| Right down the back of her dress
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| Without a doubt she lined him out
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| Then cleaned up the mess
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| Now he is just a chip off of the old block
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| Just like me we keep her on her toes a lot
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| But when he cries she’ll match him tear for tear
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| When he laughs she’ll grin from ear to ear
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| When he’s wrong they’ll stand there face to face
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| She can put him in his place
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| Side by side and hand in hand
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| She’ll talk with daddy’s little man
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| He knows that she’s done her part
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| I’m watching God’s love grow
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| Heart to heart
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| He’ll grow to be six foot three
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| Yeah he’s going to be just like me
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| He’ll be tall and play football
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| But he’ll always be a momma’s boy
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| And when he cries she’ll match him tear for tear
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| When he laughs she’ll grin from ear to ear
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| When he’s wrong they’ll stand there face to face
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| She can put him in his place
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| Side by side and hand in hand
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| She’ll talk with daddy’s little man
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| He knows that she’s done her part
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| I’m watching God’s love grow
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| Heart to heart |