"Daddy?" Yes, princess? "Where do babies come from?"
Well Princess, One day you'll see a cutie And little glitters will tickle From your chest to your toes Days will go by holding hands Giving Eskimo kisses Passing ******* underneath Family Thanksgiving tables
Until waking up with the cutie Is the most stable part of your day. Safe, like together in this bed You two are a fortress, Free, like you could run into the street And he would stop traffic by breathing To protect you
You'll sit across from him one night Blushing over your dinner Stir fry of everything you pointed at In the grocery store. And through all that blush you'll ask If he will be your daddy.
He will stand. Cross the room Kneel by you Take your hand When he smiles into you Little glitters will tickle From your chest to your toes
When he says: "Yes, Princess" That's how babies are born.