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Baby Smack Love
03:45
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Baby baby, you are (is) tree,
I wanna climb up you girl, I wanna set you free,
Baby baby babe, babe so magical,
Baby Baby babe, my babe is beautiful;
What will I do when you are gone,
What will I do when our love goes wrong?
Love.
Baby baby babe, baby baby food,
Baby baby babe baby baby food;
Baby baby I want to have your child,
oh but baby it might take a while;
What will I do when you are gone,
What will I do when our love goes wrong?
What will I do when you are gone,
What will I do when our love goes wrong?
Love.
.. Have a big party and have lots of fun.
There'll be cake and ice-cream and little gifts for the children,
and lolly-bags to take home with them; their parents will be proud,
Little bits of smack in the lolly-bags,
might have a little bit, a hit of smack,
just to take the edge off mum,
might have a bit of smack just to take the edge off.
Smack, smack, where's the smack (where's the smack now mate).
Lah-oo.
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