And when his tiny head
Emerged from hair and folds of skin
I thought to myself if he only knew
He would climb right back in Like I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do Now that my blushing bride
Has done what she was born to do It’s time to bury dreams and raise a son
To live vicariously through
Sperm swims for the egg
The finger for the ring
But if I could take one back
I know what it would be I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
I do, I do