Jamie's Daddy says that he can't sing Can't carry a tune in a bucket In a box, or anything But late at night you hear A sound so sweet, a sound so dear Jamie's Daddy singing low For only her to hear You can sing to the baby, she won't mind You can open up your heart You can leave your blues behind She will curl up her toes And grab you by the nose You can sing to the baby anytime
Times like that, life is good ~Elle
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