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He gave his baby boy a bath |
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Tub full of bubbles and toys for him to splash |
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Look at daddy, soapsuds moustache |
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Funny faces and voices, it makes the baby belly laugh |
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Dry him off, now you squeaky clean |
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And watch the water spiral down that drain |
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Wrap him in a towel so he doesn't get the shivers |
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Brush his hair, it seems to help it dry it quicker |
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Laid him on mommy and daddy's bed now that he's dry |
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And put a diaper on him, gave him his pacifier |
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Superman pyjamas, so tough |
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Innocent face full of unconditional love |
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Daddy picked him up and rocked him slow |
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Never takes long for little guy's eyes to close |
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Dad's technique is different than your mother's |
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Never learned any lullabies, he sings Stevie Wonder's |
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There it is, steady breathing, sleep rhythm |
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Daddy sits and holds him just to listen for a minute |
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Daddy's hands are the meaning of security |
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And baby's hands are the evidence of purity |
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Thinking back to the day baby came |
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And how it changed the whole game, things ain't the same |
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Daddy had to stop running it crazy |
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Keep his ass in the home with the son and his lady |
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He was there for the birth and the first breath |
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Not gonna miss the first words or the first steps |
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Gonna keep the boy healthy and safe |
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And do his best to try to keep those tears off his face |
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Gave him a kiss, laid him in his crib |
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Turned out the lights, goodnight my little prince |
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That's how good daddy takes care of him |
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And then that good daddy goes downstairs to package heroin |
