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Jul 2012
If I could sing good
I'd stand in a kitchen
and lullaby a baby
rocking in my arms

the baby would get sleepy and yawn
and be all like "hey, you're really great at singing"
only it won't, because babies can't talk
but that's okay
Written by
Runaway Joe
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