Baby's crying upstairs
Bills are laying on the table
She is pulling out her hair
'Cause she thinks she won't be able
To handle all the trouble
Or the stress that seems to double
But she knows it's all worth it
For that little one upstairs
And no matter what she goes through
She'll always know what to do
So with a smile on her face
She looks around her place
At her beautiful caos.
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