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Baby cries; it's "three"
the wife rolls over, looks at me
and says "It's your turn"

Pretty sure it was "my turn" last time

Baby's diapers stink
I think she wants something to drink
but then she spits up

Baby cries, but I'm the one who whines

Still I'm glad we have this baby girl
I would not trade her for all the world
Yes, we love her, yes, it's true
and so the things that we must do
are not a big thing

Love our baby girl and that's no lie

~ ~ ~ (Instrumental break) ~ ~ ~

Sometimes I do whine
Should stop; I know I really should
but I'm so tired

Don't get too much sleep most of the time

But I'm glad we have this little girl
Don't get mad when on me she does hurl
So I deal with her "throw-up"
because one day she will grow up
I will be so proud

Of our baby girl and that's no lie

Love our baby girl and that's no lie
(goo)