This song my mom sang to my sisters and me as children: Little curly head in a high chair, What's your order for today? Little curly head in a high chair, I'll do anything you say. When you're near, the room seems to brighten. Sun comes shining through your eyes. You're the reason they keep on writin' All those tender lullabies. Mmm mmmm, there you go, Pulling off your socks, Banging with your blocks. Mmm mmmm, there you go, Trying to touch your baby nose With your baby toes. Heaven's close to your chair and my chair When you smile the way you do. Little curly head in a high chair, My day begins and ends with you.
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