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O, baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of
baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed
bed.
Now I know lightning strikes again. It struck me once, then struck me
dead. My folly grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two,
breathe
for two now.
Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men
with all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn't
mend.
You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the
kicking one inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two
now. Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now.
When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in
a wicked world. Strong in some respects, but she couldn't stand for
the
way he begged and gave in. Pride is for men; young girls should run
and
hide instead. You risk the game by taking dares with "yes".
I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Eat for two, walk
for two, breathe for two now.
I walk for two? I'm stumbling. I walk for two?
I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
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