She grabs my bodice tightly
with her bold tiny hand,
She pulls my hair lightly,
she doesn't understand
How much it hurted
and still does.
She loves me and I love her.
And it hurts.

She's something new to me,
like a packed Christmas present,
But it seems we've always met,
who knows if we haven't?
Her pudgy little body,
how could it come from mine?
How comes from a tempest
a ray of sunshine?
She loves me and I love her.
And it hurts.

Everytime she looks at me,
with round translucent eyes,
I know all was worth it,
my love, my medicine, my life.
I'm so young and innocent,
but so is she,
And I love her and she loves me.
And the pain is nothing at all.