Why do you put these memories in me?

 

I don’t know why
You’re all wrong
Making me think of babies
All night long
Like I’d lay in bed with you
And snuggle up
To keep so warm from such a cold
Keeping in
It’s that kind of day
You make a smile in me
The kind that make a child
Smiling child
Where have you gone
Wandered in to my heart
Who is this woman looking beside me
Stay or RUN!
Now is not the time.
Choices made
Bowling over
Squirm and squiggle
In delight
Can’t take it, can’t take enough,
Rising let’s lay low awhile
I need a New Hampshire baby
It’s gotta be a live free or die child
We’ll live in the hills and chop our own wood
And you’ll have your craft room
And I’ll have my den
And at night we’ll watch movies
And snuggle in bed
Why do you put these memories in me?

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