Friday, 12 October 2007

Jamrocking in Paris IX - Baby boo


Nearing the end and the dream remains a wonder
Your unusual movements now habitual and longer,
My belly belongs to you
My love, my belly belongs to you.

I count the stars ‘til you arrive
Shining above the skyline of the impatient Parisian nights
Daddy sings to you, lips caressing my cocoa buttered skin
Lulling you to his lullaby, lulling you to his lullaby.

Doc says you are perfect my little one
A combination of cultures and aspirations
You're destined for greatness says daddy
I sing you your baby ba-doo song every night.

Nearing the arrival
My hands reach out to you
In response you kick softly and reassuringly
Come soon, come quick
My little baby love, come soon, come quick,
My little baby boo.

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