my baby smiles when he is wanting something,
or when I am wanting things done,
Then he says'how do you do'.
sharing smiles in the sun,
the dinners done
and he thinks he's won
So then I start to run
Then he pummels me to the floor,
and then starts smiling some more
Smiles is his name
and smiling is his game.
Smiles...
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