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Well. I'm up here in this womb
I'm looking all around Well, I'm looking out my belly button window And I see a whole lot of frowns And I'm wondering if they don't want me around What seems to be the fuzz out there? Just what seems to be the hang? 'Cause you know if ya just don't want me this time around, yeah I'll be glad to go back to Spirit Land And even take a longer rest, before I'm coming down the chute again Man, I sure remember the last time, baby They were still hawkin' about me then So if you don't want me now, Make up your mind, where or when If you don't want me now, Give or take, you only got two hundred days 'Cause I ain't coming down this way too much more again You know they got pills for ills and thrills and even spills But I think you're just a little too late So I'm coming down into this world, daddy Regardless of love and hate And I'm gonna sit up in your bed, mama And just a grin right in your face And then I'm gonna eat up all your chocolates, and say "I hope I'm not too late" So if there's any questions, make up your mind 'Cause you better give or take Questions in your mind Give it a take, you only got two hundred days Way up into this womb looking all around Sure's dark in here And I'm looking out my belly button window And I swear I see nothing but a lot of frowns And I'm wondering if they want me around.
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