To be like the rest The other girls I see Smiling with such pride Bouncing baby on their knee
But that can never be me You wont understand my thoughts You can't you're not me You've got your pride and joy
You take it all for granted Part of the natural course But I do not blame you I wish I was like you Baby on my knee
March 1998
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