Baby… baby, baby.
Watch the dangling dolly
As it moonwalks, from your cradle,
Craving to the waving sigh
Sing unto the sky
With your silken voice
Sorry, lullaby never meant to tease you.
You barely have a tooth
But your smile could cheer the sky.
Baby… baby, baby.
Shadow is all over the streets,
Bikers and drivers are now on benches
Soaking fingers in spit
Calculating the day's profits.
Mickey and Jerry the mouse
Are very busy in cracks
Tom the cat is fast asleep,
Daddy is here with you
Love the words he sings
And discard the toadyish-voice you hear.
Time shall come when your silken voice shall be deepen
Baby… baby, baby.
Now the visual windows are shutting
The gentle face is dancing
The busy hands and legs are dead
Dream a dream of all wonderful things
Hidden on, and beneath the dusty sands.
Learn tricks to catching butterflies
When the shadow disappears
Catch colorful butterflies
Under the hot sun and muddy soil
Mum will wash the clothes.
Baby... baby, baby.
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