| She’s close to God, I’m sure of that
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| She sits him down, and they have a chat
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| She asks for sunshine, and he agrees
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| You see, for her, He’d do anything
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| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go
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| She is a monkey, and I’m her tree
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| And now she’s climbing all over me
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| Swinging on my vines dancing on my limbs
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| Her monkey sounds sound like angel’s hymns
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| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go
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| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go
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| She is an angel, she is an imp
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| She’s got my big toe, and her mother’s lips
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| She gives fishy kisses, and great big bear hugs
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| 42 pounds of pure love
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| Then one day she’ll be 17, feelin' too big for her home
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| Seems she was just only 3, oh how our children they grow
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| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go
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| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go
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| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go
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| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go
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| Then one day she’ll be 33, maybe with a child of her own
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| Seems she was just 17, oh how our children they grow
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| He’ll ask for sunshine, and she’ll agree
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| You see for him, she’d do anything
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| He is her child, the center of her world
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| She is his mother… my little girl
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| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go
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| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |