Precious, precious.. Precious, precious.. Precious baby, you're mine.. Mmm... if you don't love me, I'm used to that.. . If you don't need me, baby, I can adjust to that..
Mommies are people, people with children. When mommies were little, they used to be girls. Like some of you, but then they grew. And now mommies are women, women with children.
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah. Hmm hmm hmm, yeah. Hmm hmm hmm, yeah. . It is you (oh yeah). It is you, you (oh yeah). It is you (oh yeah). . 'Cause a pressure drop, oh pressure.
Seems my work is almost done. think I've nearly reached the sun. in my life I've been gone both ways. and in between. I know I chose the right road. in my ear the poor mans dream.