And when his tiny head emerged
From hair and folds of skin
I thought to myself if he only knew
He would climb right back in
I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
Now that my blushing bride
Has done what she was born to do
It's time to bury dreams and raise a son
To live vicariously through
The sperm swims for the egg
The finger for the ring
If I could take one back
I know what it would be
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