Life
A fuzzy warm feeling
As I lay looking at the ceiling
Of playful thrills and joyful deals
From one lover to another
As a child becomes a mother
It's all frisky fun until
It cant be undone
A baby I'll meet
That's soft and sweet
In just a few weeks
I'll kiss it's dear cheeks
Growing up so quick
I'll call him Nick
No more staying out all night
I'll be home tucking him in tight
For a few seconds of pleasure
I now have a treasure
I gave up my life
To become a mother and a wife
Now that it's done
It's only really just begun
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